#ah hell. not excited to address this in myself.

[jessamine-rose]

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ  Heartbeat ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

Back in June, I said it was unlikely that 1) I’d play WHB or 2) put myself through the mental turmoil of writing smut again. Fast forward to Day 3 of the game and I was so, so wrong ;-;

So far, I’m rlly into Leviathan and Sitri, and the latter instantly inspired me to write for him on Day 1. I hope you all suffer from thirst enjoy reading this spontaneous fic (*^ω^*)

Note: Sub! Sitri, riding, edging, orgasm denial, emotional sex, mention of Switch! Sitri x Switch! Reader, 1-21 spoilers, MINORS DNI

♡ 1k words under the cut ♡

As much as you adore Sitri, he has one flaw which frustrates you to no end.

“Solomon—ah!”

The movement of your hips ceases, prompting a startled cry from the devil beneath you. The sound is coupled with the sensation of cold fingertips pressing into your waist.

He’s still inside you.

As much as you’d like to continue, you still your body and examine your lover’s face. He is a beautiful mess—pale blue hair fanned out over the pillow, flushed cheeks, kiss-swollen lips, magenta eyes glossy and half-lidded.

“You.” His voice is quiet, punctuated by ragged breaths. “Why…”

His grip on your waist tightens, paired with a desperate buck of his hips, but you slap his hand away. Irresistible as he is, you can tell that his intimacy isn’t directed at you.

“Sitri.” You click your tongue, eyes narrowed. “What did I tell you?”

He meets your gaze, confusion clouding over those pretty pink orbs. “Could you please elaborate?”

For a devil, he can be quite thoughtless.

You put your hand under his chin, tilting his face upwards. The words that leave your mouth are cold, sharp, perfectly clear.

“You called me Solomon again.”

At least Sitri understands the gravity of his mistake. His expression goes from needy to mournful, apologetic, docile. Engulfed in your shadow, it is a delicious sight.

And to think that a few hours ago, he was the one looming over your trembling body. In that moment, his normally placid expression had given way to an excited smirk.

But it’s your turn now.

“I apologize, Descendant of—”

Your hand wraps around his wrist. It incurs a soft gasp this time—from surprise or pain? His arm still bears the marks of Satan’s bites; his blood had made such brilliant weapons. Your thumb ghosts over the wounds before pressing down on his pulse point.

…You think you are starting to understand his kink. There is a spike in his heartbeat, the calm rhythm turned erratic by your touch.

“Wrong again,” you tell him. Your voice takes on a low, impatient tone. “It’s ______, remember? That’s what I told you to call me when we first met, when I promised to save Hell, when I came to your room earlier. But you keep forgetting…”

A sigh escapes your lips. Your hand releases his wrist and trails up his chest. Tracing his love bites, caressing his cheek, stroking his hair.

He makes a satisfied noise and closes his eyes. Silky blue strands yield to your touch.

Was he ever like this with your ancestor? Is that all he sees in you?

“Now,” you whisper. Your hand moves to the side of his head and finds your target. “Why don’t we try again?”

His eyes fly open, painted with shock this time. “Wait, that—!”

Your fingertips trace the curve of his horn. The action elicits a loud moan from Sitri, shaky hands returning to your waist.

He gives you a pleading look. “S-Stop. Please, it feels…”

“Go on.” Your thumb rubs the base of his horn, ruffling his hair. The ministrations don’t stop there—at the same time, you resume rocking your hips. “Say my name.”

“I…” Just like that, he becomes putty in your hands. His hips shift beneath you, out of sync with your movements, hopelessly futile in relieving his erection. “Ah…______!”

He repeats your name, louder this time. It sounds different from how his fellow devils or even Minhyeok address you, spoken with more intention. Desire. Adoration.

It sounds like a prayer in his voice.

You let go of his horn, smiling. “That’s more like it.”

“______.” He looks up, taking deep breaths to compose himself. One hand leaves your waist and seizes your wrist. “I can hear it, you know?”

You pause, glancing at his hand. His grip is stronger yet, to some extent, delicate as to avoid bruising your skin.

“My heartbeat?”

“It sounds different,” he confesses. He closes his eyes, focusing on the sensation. “You smell like him, act like him, you even talk like him at times. But this—”

His thumb finds your pulse and applies pressure. When he opens his eyes, they are shining with unshed tears and your captivated reflection.

“All yours,” he whispers. A dazed smile adorns his face as he kisses the back of your hand. “It’s the most beautiful rhythm I’ve ever heard. They’ll never—I won’t allow this melody to stop this time. Promise me that I won’t lose you again, that you…”

Butterflies. There are butterflies in your chest.

The fluttery sensation is overwhelming. You pull your hand away—not that Sitri hasn’t noticed, not that he can’t tell without touching you—but it’s too late. He gives you a knowing smile, accompanied by a wild glint in his eyes and a sudden thrust from his hips.

“Ah! Sitri, you…!”

You don’t give him time to savor your reaction, leaning down to capture his lips in a kiss.

He eagerly reciprocates, strong arms wrapping around you and keeping your body flush against him. His kiss is deep, greedy, depriving you of oxygen.

When you come up for air, your heart is beating so fast that you worry it will jump out of your chest. Sitri simply has that effect on you.

“Okay,” you reply. Your lips move to his cheeks, kissing away his tears. “It’s a promise.”

“You...” The look in his eyes spells euphoria, dilated pupils akin to hearts. More tears roll down his face. “I understand, ______.”

You sit back up and match his pace. It draws out more moans from Sitri as he thrusts into you with more fervor. A reverent smile graces his features.

Beautiful. You’d like to savor that expression while you still can.

After you climax, Sitri will likely return to his composed self and put you to bed, prioritizing your comfort above his own…or would he get back at you? Flip your positions, propose another round, flash you that dangerous smirk which makes your heart flutter? Say your name differently?

A devilish smile plays on your lips.

It’s not like you have any objections. But until then, you will take your time breaking him until the only name on his tongue is yours.

♡

Read my other WHB works here Σ੧(❛□❛✿)

*cries* S-So how was that for my second time writing smut?? Cue me dying as I wrote the word er*ction….and thank you to @diodellet for proofreading this and sharing your wisdom as the veteran smut writer between us <3

If there is one silver lining in WHB’s delay, it’s that the game got released during Kinktober. I honestly didn’t expect myself to get inspired right after the game’s debut, but Sitri simply had that effect on me. And after finishing Chapter 1 and his H scene, I can officially put him on my bias list ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Tag a Sitri enjoyer!! @sparkbeast20 @2af-afterdark @d34dlysinner @pinkaditty @og-in-a-bog @h2o2-and-baking-soda @paradivis @potol0ver @gr0tesquerom4ntica @dobaekki

[rpedia]

How to deal with lack of motivation to reply?

Ah, the old blank screen stare. So, for the most part I consider this issue to be several intersecting problems at the same time. Usually a lack of motivation indicates a.) a lack of fun/enjoyment, b.) low/no expectation of reward, or c.) fear or apprehension. Let's explore that under the cut.

When you are roleplaying and you're not enjoying yourself explicitly, if the journey to a finished post is not fun itself, we're kind of fucking ourselves over. Creation of these words, excitement at turning a phrase or approaching an idea you really want to explore is basically the whole gist of it. It is a hobby, and loving what you write and laughing at your own jokes is important! You are your own first audience, and if you're not impressed or pleased with what you're writing, it becomes an endless Sisyphean task where you unhappily struggle to write something, anything, to just get through it.

In this case it may be a lack of inspiration. With no structure, or core, we can really easily lose sight of what kind of play we're looking for. What are your goals? Are you here for plot, or character? For smut, or a quick playful bit of banter? Do you want to fight, or are you reaching for some overarching thing? Hell, do you know where THIS scene is headed, or does it feel like an endless trudge? These ideals disappearing or falling to the wayside for someone else can really fuck the vibe!

How are you supposed to know what to write, if you don't have any plans for the character, or don't know where they might potentially go? Like it doesn't have to be hard and fast, but understanding your characters own personal goals, fears, joys, and secrets (entirely different to you, the player) can help with motivation in writing them. I like to explore these by playing games with myself, and daydreaming about scenarios and possibilities that aren't "canon" to my character, but just let me know more about them if a similar situation were to come up. Having a library chock-full of potential what-ifs can help a ton in figuring out how to approach any actions or direction a partner may push you towards. Be excited to explore your character, and to show them off to others! This journey is soooo important to love for itself!

Like with any piece of art, not enjoying the process is a quick short-cut to burn-out and misery. So, if this is happening you might want to adjust some things if you're sitting there upset and bored instead of enjoying what should be a fun pastime you can lose yourself in! So instead of beating yourself up about posting, figure out why it's a chore. Are you taking care of yourself? Have you met the S.H.R.E.K. criteria for the day? Is this post not something in your wheelhouse, or do you feel like you could be doing something else and getting more fun out of it?

Before I get ahead of myself, let me address the truly horrific acronym I just threw at you. S.H.R.E.K. criteria? Who would inflict this on you? Well... me, because it's so memetic and stupid I remember it way better than most acronyms, so buckle up buttercup. It stands for:

Socialization: Have you talked to someone or had meaningful interactions with others for the day? Depending on your needs, you may need hugs, touching others, chatting with loved ones, or cuddling. Some people literally need to be touched, held, hugged, and talked with the thrive, and others can do just fine with a little less. Listen to the monkey studies: Don't be a wire mother to yourself, let yourself have cloth mother sometimes. Hydration: Have you been drinking enough liquids to be hydrated and keep your piss from being too yellow? No liquids means your body starts sucking at everything from getting oxygen to the brain, to making food into energy. Make sure you balance hydration with salt and food intake, but never underestimate what a good cold cup of something can do. And yes, any liquid works. Coffee is dehydrating, so is soda, but their hydrating effect is way bigger than how often they make you piddle so it balances out. Still, water is best but don't beat yourself up about it. Rest: Have you slept enough in the last 24 hours? I know you think 4-6 is okay, but it's really not, it will actually cause you to behave like an alcoholic and lead to later insomnia, mental issue worsening, and health problems like heart issues. Nip that in the bud, sleep full 8-10 hour nights. Or nap if you're just sleepy! Eat: Have you shoved nutritious food in your gob or are you dying from scurvy, beri-beri, and malnutrition simultaneously while depriving the lil dudes who help you write a good lunch? Don't starve your lil neuron folks, they need a good meal too. Even if it's just ingredients for a meal, anything is better than nothing and you deserve food. Kinetics: Have you moved around? Stretched? Walked or played? Sometimes if you're starting out from zero, you might try just standing up and sitting down a couple times to help get bloodflow going! Getting active at whatever level you're at is good for the brain.

Anyways after that interlude, back to basics. At the lowest tier we want to be having fun. If we're not, it might be us, or it might be a boring lackluster partner. That's where a lack of reward comes in. If the partner is, bless them and their hard work, just not giving you the thrills to pay the dopamine bills? That just might mean you guys aren't a good match! This is not the end of the world, it just means you might need to stop playing with them.

Step back, consider if roleplaying with their style and output is worth your time and effort, and do BOTH of you a favor if they aren't. Set them free to play with other players who love their writing and can't get enough of it, and stop grating your teeth across cement trying to come up with something to keep things you don't even like going. This is the communication part, remember how I used to harp on that? Well old Uragani still thinks it's super important. So discuss that 'hey, we might not be a great fit for writing together' and come up with solutions. Maybe finding new partners, and just staying friends, or just waving goodbye to each other and hitting the road.

Here we find ourselves looking at challenger #3, the good old fear and apprehension. This comes up more than I'd like to admit. Are you worried about what's happening next? Or how you might portray something? Have you worked yourself up too much, and now you feel like you can never meet your own expectations? Are you scared of letting down a partner, and not giving them your best? Do you feel like your post might go over an unwritten line, and leave people upset with you?

Congrats! I hate that shit too! I do not know why brains do this to us! I would like to sue!

Anxiety is a hell of a beast, so is Impostor Syndrome, and fear of letting people down, and all the other fun goodies in that bag. They can be worked on at home, in small doses. You gotta learn to sit back, and be able to talk to yourself. Why are you feeling this way, and finding the name for your emotional state, accepting it, and letting it pass through can help. In major situations, you might need to find yourself a good old Common Sense Dispenser, better known as a therapist. They have the tools you need, and yes, roleplay can be a play you find out what you need. It's not dumb, it's useful.

Working through this can be as simple as discussing your fears with your partner and making sure everything is kosher. It might need you to look at a worst case scenario and then planning an exit strategy for that, even if it never happens. Sometimes, you just gotta heft yourself up, and push through the fear. There's a million ways to get through it, and I'm not the person who can tell you which will work for you. But I can tell you, it gets better the longer you work with it. Confidence comes from experience, the more you work at it, the more it feels like second nature.

But that brings with it the last beast, the hidden #4. Burn-out. Sometimes, when we delve too deeply into something we love, we ignore the signs of burn-out. Losing interest in things we once deeply enjoyed. Feeling exhausted at the thought of starting a post, or writing anything. Feeling like we've lost touch with what we used to be good at. Burn out can be a miserable thing, because it stand between us and our goals, our happiness, and it keeps them behind the thickest glass, so we can see them, but getting them feels impossible. The harder we push, the thicker the glass becomes.

In cases of burn out, like the kind I've experienced, sometimes you need to take a step back and just do something else. Go on hiatus. Maybe it's hooked to a character, and you simply have to play with some other muse. Maybe it's with another player, and finding a new fandom without them in it can help. Maybe it's with writing at large, and you need to go find some other outlet to explore while this one heals. You cannot do the same thing forever, you will lose touch with what makes it special. Believe me.

But after healing, which can take years if you keep pushing it like some idiot who wrote RPedia long after you should stop, it'll be fun again. You'll want to come back, and do the thing you were good at, and loved again. The spark will return, and things just... settle and feel better. I promise. Just let yourself have that time to recover without pushing yourself somewhere you aren't meant to go right now.

Naturally there's other stuff too. ADHD/Autism/other issues could be throwing the executive dysfunction ball into your lap and suddenly doing the thing you've done a thousand times is impossible. Stars aren't in alignment. Maybe you're stressed out because of an external force and need a break. Maybe the thread you're in has been going on too long in the same scene, and you need to cut and start a "fresh episode" before everything stays stale forever. Maybe you just aren't in the mood! There's a million reasons, but all of them come down to figuring out what the problem is, and engaging with ways to break that problem down into bits. Find your fun. Look for partners who make you feel like writing with them is worth it. Work with your fears, and express yourself about them and let them past through you. Find external help if needed, and take care of your body while you're at it.

And hey, remember, I am not the end all be all of advice. It could totally be something outside of these circumstances, but I'd like to think that in my experience these are the major factors that I keep coming across. If any of this has been a help, I can only be happy to have said it. Thank you so much for reading!

[archiveikemen]

Koihana Bakumeiroku Prologue: Chapter 1

I do not own any of the Koihana Bakumeiroku content being uploaded on this blog, everything belongs to CYBIRD and Animate. Please support them by playing the game and buying stories. Not 100% accurate, expect mistakes.

read this before interacting with my posts

— *thud*

Someone’s hand sent me flying into the dense vegetation.

The dull pain that spread through my body caused me to groan in agony.

(Ouch…)

(My vision… is getting darker…)

As I was slowly losing consciousness, I felt my memories fading away.

Memories that were dear to me and I wanted to cherish forever.

Memories that were too painful to remember.

Even when I reached my hand out towards them, it didn't make them stay.

(All of them are disappearing.)

Giving up, I lowered my outstretched hand and slowly shut my eyes.

What kind of memory was the last one that came to my mind?

(Was it about my family? Or my companions?)

(Huh…)

(... Who am I?)

…

Rin: Wow…!

My eyes fixed onto the unfamiliar people and foreign-looking architecture.

Rin: This is Tokyo…!

Looking around, I felt both nervous and excited about the scenery I had never seen before in my life. It was completely different from the countryside I had previously lived in.

(Their clothes look very different from kimonos… these must be western-style clothing.)

???: …

(Uwah! Could that person be a foreigner?)

I was fascinated by the deep-set features of the red-haired person who looked different from the other people in the country.

(There’s so many kinds of people here…)

As I looked around the place curiously, a child who happened to pass by pointed at me.

???: Ahaha! That big sis over there is so strange, goggling around!

Rin: …!

(H-He’s laughing at me… . Right. I shouldn't be doing this right now.)

I gave myself a light slap in the face, reminding myself of the reason why I was there to begin with.

(I’m in Tokyo to search for what I lost.)

I lost something a long time ago.

And that was — the “memories” from my childhood until a few years ago.

I came to Tokyo in search of clues that could help me regain my memories, so that I could keep on living by myself.

I took a letter out of my bag and read the name and address written on it.

(This person is my one and only clue. It’d be great if I could meet them right away, but…)

(This is harder than I expected.)

On top of being in an unfamiliar land, Tokyo was going through a crucial period of change.

(My initial plan was to get around on my own, but this is harder to do than I had anticipated… should I ask that man over there for help?)

???: …

Rin: Excuse m—

The moment I took a step forward,

Rin: !

A man who looked like a samurai bumped into me.

Samurai Descendant: Oi! What the hell are you doing!?

Rin: I- I’m sorry. But it was you who bumped into me…

Samurai Descendant: Shut up! Hang on, you’ve got a rather lovely face… . I’ll forgive you if you put me in a good mood!

Rin: Stop!

The man violently grabbed my arm, and I reflexively tried to shake him off, but that only worsened my situation.

Samurai Descendant: Damn it, getting too cocky, aren't you!?

Rin: …!

In a fury, the man drew the sword on his waist and I pulled out the sword I had hidden in my bag.

Samurai Descendant: … Ah? A woman with a sword?

(Keep calm…)

(I don't have any real fighting experience, if he charges at me, I can just deflect his attack…)

I pulled myself together and faced him head-on.

In the midst of the tension, the man stepped forward and—

???: — Hold it.

I heard a dignified voice coming from somewhere.

Rin: Huh…

Before I knew it, a man stood close by me.

(Ah, isn’t this the man I tried to talk to just now…?)

When he saw my fighting stance, his eyes blinked in surprise.

???: That stance…

???: Are you from Aizu? No wonder you have such a strong look in your eyes.

(Aizu…?)

When I tilted my head in puzzlement upon hearing the name of an unfamiliar place, the man who looked like a samurai raised his voice.

Samurai Descendant: Who the heck are you!?

???: The Police.

Samurai Descendant: Wha…!?

The moment he heard that response, he immediately fled the scene.

???: There should be another police officer stationed over there…

???: Anyway, back to you.

The man turned to face me. Despite the unfriendliness in his tone, his face looked more gentle than I expected.

(Erm… he helped me, didn’t he?)

Rin: Um, thank you so much for helping me.

???: Don't mention it…

He looked down at my sword.

???: Why do you have a sword?

Rin: Uh… it’s a family heirloom.

???: A heirloom?

Rin: Yes. Something very precious my family left behind…

The man gave a slight nod in response.

???: … Nevermind. Anyway, are you from Aizu?

Rin: Huh?

(Come to think of it, he did mention “Aizu” just now…)

Rin: No, I’m not from Aizu.

???: … But your fighting stance tells me otherwise.

(What is he talking about…?)

No one taught me how to wield a sword.

I just naturally knew those moves, so I kept on practising them on my own.

(I thought they were unique to me, but could it be that I have connections to Aizu…?)

That was what I thought, but the man denied it.

???: … Nevermind. There are people who pick up some moves from masterless samurai. Sorry, don’t mind what I said.

???: But still… it felt nostalgic.

Rin: …?

I couldn't catch the words that followed as they were too faint.

???: … Sorry for holding you back. I know you’re from the countryside, so be careful while in Tokyo.

???: Moreover, there are many lawless people here.

???: Even though this country has been opened up to the world, it’s a rare sight for a woman to be carrying a sword, so it catches a lot of attention.

When I saw him turn to leave, it suddenly hit me.

(He’s said he’s from the police, that means he’s familiar with the area…!)

Rin: Um! I don’t know the way to…

???: The way?

Rin: Could you help me, if it’s alright with you? I just arrived in Tokyo today from the countryside.

???: … Yeah, sure.

When he saw the address written on the letter I showed him, he rubbed his chin and had a troubled expression.

???: It’s easy to get lost on your way to this place. I’d be glad to show you the way, but I don’t exactly have the time…

???: … No, scratch that. It’s better than leaving you here and having you potentially get into trouble again.

The man turned to look at me, seemingly having made up his mind.

And—

Saito: My name is Saito Hajime. I’m the captain of the Drawn-Sword Regiment in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

Saito: Come with me. — We’re headed for the Meiji Government.

[mamamittens]

Had a hilarious thought of like, Nikia in Wano and naturally word spreads about this... Actually, what would they call a 'skypean'? They use different words in this country for all sorts of things so I wonder...

Well, they likely call King that too, so anyway! Word gets out and I can't imagine the various Beast Pirates aren't nosy shits who investigate a bit for some excitement.

It's obvious to at least King that she's not what he is, or at least not totally, but the wingspan is definitely not skypeian so he has different questions. More to follow if he learns she can actually fucking fly without a devil fruit. And those complicated 'last surviving member' feelings are not helped when Nikia thoughtfully adjusts her height to talk to him eye to eye.

They're rude tho so I imagine at least light kidnapping for this interrogation, which means wardrobe change time so I'll have something fun to draw later ig

Perhaps they think she's a seraphim given her strong resting bitch face.

"Do you know Doctor Egghead?"

"Wow... What a rude way to address a doctor..."

"that's his name."

"...ah. like yours is King? I imagined it was since no one uses the 'liege' or 'your Majesty' but it's hard to be sure sometimes. Not totally confident in the politics of Wano to say for certain."

"...yes."

"oh. Neat. Nope. Don't know Doctor Egghead. Why?"

If she does have Lunarian in her family tree, the good doctor would probably be able to find out through testing.

This also means a nice rescue scene with more WBP, so I'm down for that too. It'd be fun all around, honestly. With Nikia just awkwardly sitting around like "wtf do you do when you're kidnapped??? There's nothing to do here but stare down this giant ass bdsm weirdo on fire and his weirdly intimate questions about my family history." While the Bois are running around trying to figure out where the hell she is and how to get her back from the Beast Pirates.

Maybe she's given a kimono setup with King's colors since she's sorta 'his guest' (and every anime kidnapping have the kidnapped do a wardrobe change so its basically a fun trope at this point) but she sneaks Thatch's foulard into the ensemble cause she doesn't trust any of them with it and it's a nice reassurance. She's definitely not telling what it means to her though, cause she absolutely knows by now the importance of color/style for pirates and her new threads are pretty obvious. Let them think it's her personal wear. Still not sure what she'd have from Izou so I'll shelve that.

Finally finds Izou and is like "I managed to put it all on myself!!! Not my style but your lessons weren't wasted!!!" And he's just like 😮‍💨 "that's nice, sweetie, but we should find you something else before Thatch sees and gets pissy. U know how he feels about wearing someone's colors" lmao

Izou is more chill about it but Thatch likely gets pouty on sight once he connects the dots. It's sorta their thing, the colors, ever since he gave her it.

[mermaid--bride]

Diabolik Lovers || Dark Waters - Maria Dark Route [Dark Prologue]

Monologue

Attempt after attempt

Failure after failure

Perhaps insisting on this method is the issue

If Eve won't will not deliver the expected results...

Perhaps it is time for Lilith to take her place

To start the new perfect race.

[Lord Karlheinz]

--In an airport somewhere in Brazil

Maria: Ok... Time to go.

Leticia: Be careful, sister. Tell us when you arrive.

Maria: I will!

Pedro: Enjoy your trip and stay allert. Don't go getting too excited and not pay attention to your surroundings.

Maria: I know, don't worry.

I love you both... Bye Leti! Bye dad!

(I can't believe this is finally happening...)

(I'm actually going to Japan!!)

(Dad didn't like the idea at first, but somehow that seems to have completely changed!)

(He said he managed to contact someone about the trip and that he actually wants me to go now...)

(Either way, I'm really happy. I wonder what my new house looks like. I hope I can het along with everyone...!)

*Timeskip*

Maria: Hmm... I guess it's this house...?

More like a mansion, to be honest...

(... Is this even the right place?)

(It's huge... I wonder if anyone even lives here...)

(But well... That's the address I have, so...)

*knock knock knock*

Maria: ... ...

(I don't hear anything...)

(... Should I go back and ask someone?)

(Ah but my conversation is still so rusty... Maybe I should call someone?)

...

(Maybe if I try louder.)

*knock knock knock*

Maria: ... ...

(... Nothing... I guess I'm going back and-)

*squeeaak*

Maria: –!!

(The door... did it just open on it's own!?)

--Scene changes to entrance hall

Maria: ...

(There's no one here...)

(I wonder if it's so old that it opened with my knocking?)

*slam*

Maria: !!!

...

(Ok this door definitely just closed on it's own. What the hell is happening here?)

(... It's not locked. I didn't feel any wind either...)

... So weird...

Reiji: I see you have finally arrived.

Maria: Eh!?

(A butler...?)

Reiji: I have been informed of your arrival. Please do follow me.

Please leave your luggage. Our familiar will take it to your room instead.

Maria: Ah... Ok.

*rustle rustle*

--The two go to the living room

Reiji: Take a seat.

Would you like some tea, perhaps?

Maria: O-Oh no, I'm fine. Thank you.

Reiji: Very well. Then I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Sakamaki Reiji. I am the second oldest son in this household. My brothers should be arriving shortly to meet you.

Maria: I see... Nice to meet you, um...

Reiji: ... Reiji.

Maria: Reiji-san. Right. I guess Sakamaki-san would get confusing since you have brothers...

Reiji: Well observed.

*Footsteps*

Ayato: Oi Reiji! Why did you call us here?

... Hm?

Kanato: Hah? Who is this?

Laito: Oh~? Well well well, who knew we would get visited by such a cute young lady~?

Reiji: Everyone, where are the others?

Subaru: I'm here.

Shu: ...

Reiji: Good. Then allow me to introduce the rest of us. That is Shuu, the oldest son. After me, there is Ayato, Kanato, Laito and then Subaru, the youngest of us. Now, please, introduce yourself.

Maria: Sure... Nice to meet everyone. My name is Ramos Maria.

Yui: Um... What about me?

Reiji: Hm? What is that? Could it be you expected me to introduce you as well?

Maria: ...

(That was mean...)

Yui: I-I mean, you introduced everyone else, s-so...

Kanato: And you think you're in the same position as us? Haha don't make me laugh. You're so pathetic.

Yui: ...

Ayato: Come on, Chichinashi. Yours truly will introduce you instead.

This is Chichinashi, Yours truly's belonging.

Yui: My name isn't Chichinashi! It's Komori Yui!

Ayato: Chi-chi-na-shi~

Reiji: You two, stop this behavior immediately!

Laito: But you know... I'm kind of wondering what brought little Whore-chan to us, you know~? Could it be she's another sacrifice~?

Maria: (Sacrifice!?)

Reiji: I was about to address that. I was informed she will be staying with us for the time being.

Much like Yui, we are supposed to ensure her safety and treat her respectfully.

Subaru: In other words, we're not supposed to kill her, right?

Kanato: Haah... Honestly, what is that old man thinking? Why do we have to keep every human that comes to our door?

Laito: I don't see what's wrong in that~ Since Ayato-kun insists on keeping Bitch-chan to himself, none of us can really quench our thirst with her delicious blood. However...

--Laito appears closer

Laito: With Slut-chan here, that is no longer a problem, is it~? Nfu

Maria: Eh!?

(Wasn’t he over there just now!?)

Kanato: ... Heh... When you put it that way... It really is a fortunate turn of events. Isn't that right, Teddy? You've been really thirsty too, haven't you?

Maria: (This is getting worst by the second... What is with these guys...)

(The way they speak, sounds like they're vampires...)

(That's impossible, right? Vampires aren't real...)

Reiji: Unbelievable... You two, behave yourselves already. Yui-san, please show her the way to her new room. You can do that, right?

Yui: Ah... Yes! Leave it to me!

Monologue

I wonder what I have gotten myself into...

As we make our way upstairs, I can feel eyes on me.

She confirmed my fears. The boys were all vampires.

The fact alone was terrifying, but could never prepare me for what fate had in store for me...

--End of dark prologue

[Dark 1-->]

[thewritingboi]

Grand Reopening - Chapter 4

Pizza and Rabbits

Dave stood there watching the red-staind water flow off of his purple form and down the drain

"stupied fuckin' symbole crashing freak" Dave muttered to himself "you try to make one music man egg omelet and suddenly it tries to smash  you to bits."

He stepped out of the emergency shower and dried off, muttering to himself all the while. Dave redresed and walked back into the pizzeria spotting Peter fending off music man with a stick.

Dave laughed to himself "Phoney never should have let me talk him into helping me"

He walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a frying pan before walking back. Steven was still at a standstill with the music playing bot as Dave snuck up behind it and brought the pan down onto the thing's head as hard as he could. There was a loud bang as a huge dent formed in the bot's head, it froze for a moment before quickly scurried away.

"that was the stupidest thing you have ever talked me into doing Dave" the phone headed man groand

"That may be true phoney" Dave began as he walked over to a table where he had set down a tray "but at least we got our omelets"

Dave watched as Peter approached, Dave could tell that is he had a face he would be smiling as they grabbed their forks and tried the eggs. He couldn't describe the taste, it was like a normal chicken egg except sweeter.

"this tastes like shit" Dave finally said setting down his plate.

"couldn't have said it better myself" Peter responded grabbing both plates and tossing the food into the trash "well that was... an experience but i have to get back to work, see you later you purple dumbass"

Dave watched as Peter walked towards the security office. The purple man turned around and walked over to the show stage where the animatronics were performing. He watched the robots play their instruments and sing some stupid song about friendship and sharing and whatnot.

Why do these kids always get so excited to see a group of amphomorphic animals sing garbage songs  Dave thought to himself

"At least nobody has tried to yiff the fo-"

He was cut off by a loud crash outside the back door, confused Dave walked over to the door and pushed it open slowly seeing half of a rotten pizza that they threw out yesterday laying on the ground next to the dumpster. Dave slowly looked around the dumpster and caught a glimpse of something moldy green slinking around the corner

"What the hell was that?" Dave whispered to himself, slowly sneaking towards where he saw the thing turn the corner "better not be that harry fucker bigfoot again"

Dave peered around the corner and saw something he never thought he would ever see again, a moldy green rabbit suit that years ago had been his tomb. Not only that but he saw that the creature was dragging the body of what looked like a man with a fire ax stuck in his chest.

"No fuckin' way" Dave said has he begain walking towards a warehouse that the rabbit had just walked into.

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MillerTrap set the dead body on the table the he had set up in the middle of the room. the body wouldn't last long, but Henry would have more than enough time. The moldy rabbit reached its hand into the open wound that was left in the corpse after he removed the ax, he focused and felt as pink bolts of electricity coursed through his arm. MillerTrap yelled in pain as what was left of his vision began to fade and smoke flowed out from both his hand and the body of the man on the table. DaveTrap opened what was left of his eyes as he felt a rush of pain exploded in his head

"Ah fuck" the rabbit muttered in a gravely new york accent as he stood up and wobbled on his unstable legs

"Well hello there w i l l i a m"

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Dave froze in horror behind the crate he was hiding behind and felt his breath catch in his thought after hearing that familiar low voice address his rotting counterpart. Gathering his courage Dave discreetly poked his head out from behind the box and felt heart drop into his stomach, the body of the homeless man was standing straight up with glowing pink eyes and small bolts of pink electricity arcing across his body. Dave saw DaveTrap smile, or at least attempt one before speaking

"It's nice to see you to Henry" Dave almost gasped at hearing his own voice albeit more gravely coming from the decaying rabbit corpse "It was getting a bit cramped in here with your soul crowing up the place"

Henry chuckled lightly at that "please willy, you know I don't have one" He said as he pulled out a box of what looked like spare parts and electronics before beginning to tinker with them "go fetch me another body william, I can not experience any delays when this body decays"

DaveTrap nodded before exiting the warehouse, Dave barely managed to move into a spot where he knew the rabbits maggot eaten eyes would not be able to see him in time before quietly exiting and making his way towards the pizzeria

"going somewhere?" he heard a gravely version of his voice say behind him.

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Hey guys! sorry this chapter took so long to get out, I haven't had any motivation to write for a while. also sorry that this one is a little shorter than the last one, i'm tired and writing is hard. anyways have a great day and

I'll see you on the flipside!

[chiitaku]

Ways To Improve on Pokémon

Alright, what with me playing Pokémon Scarlet from scratch, I'm finding myself being rather critical with the game series as a whole. Now as it stands, I've yet to play the DLC for the game, so I'm not sure if some of my complaints have been already addressed.

Let's start with the big one. World Building. It's the world of Pokémon where children are handed a starter and set off into the wilderness as they seek to conquer the Pokémon Gym Challenge and the League that rules over it. However, it's always you, the player, that is always saving this city from criminals when the police are too stupid or powerless to do anything. The Elite Four and the police need to both be upgraded from cardboard standees to actually being capable of handling threats that come to the region in question. I remember a bunch of Gym Leaders coming together to throw down on Ghetsis' sages in one of the games, and it gave them so much more presence in the story than compared to other games. NOT EVERYTHING NEEDS TO BE LEFT TO THE MAIN CHARACTER TO HANDLE. I would love to be late to the party when the baddie of the game, only to find out that the Champion actually got off their ass and did something! In most games, you are TEN! Ten year olds should not be capable of wielding so much power that the Pokémon League as a whole or the police can't combat them should one go rogue. The adults as a whole need to be far more involved than they have been. It's lazy writing and poor power scaling.

Continuing on the world building, but expanding on the open world aspect, gyms should have a level tier system. Basically, if you're a new trainer, you can challenge the lowest tier and as you gain more badges, the tier you challenge to advance in your journey through the gyms gets higher. It would be nice to be able to challenge all of them for the sake of being a completionist, resulting in rewards for doing so, but the idea of the badge system would also open up more dangerous areas for the player (i.e. think the Cerulean Caves that housed Mewtwo in the original games that didn't become available until you became Champion). Basically, how I would like to see it go is that areas around cities and commonly roads would be "safer" as opposed to further out into the wilderness and in danger zones, which would be areas that the Pokémon League would require you to have so many badges as a sort of license of capacity. Such dangerous areas would test your mettle as a trainer with dangerous Pokémon.

Interjecting to a point of evil on my part, as I love the idea of giving players in this game trust issues. I would like to see Pokémon that are known to mimic others develop a new mechanic. We see Ditto and Zorua/Zoruark copy the physical forms of other Pokémon, but for creatures like Chatot, I would like to see them mimic the cries of the more dangerous Pokémon of the areas they're in. This is a means to keep players on their toes and focused. As an additional bit of evil, to those familiar with the shiny sound mechanic in Pokémon Legends Arceus, I would like to see that sound in particular also be mimic-able by said Pokémon. Yes, it would be kind of mean to those excited to hear a shiny potentially pop up, but it's also a nod to the idea that the player is dealing with wild Pokémon and you are an invader of their territory. They want you gone and will use whatever means to do so, even if it means sending you straight into Shiny Hunter mode before you get absolutely demolished by a Tyranitar because you were so focused on a shiny that you ignored the danger around you. In the cases of Ditto and the Zorua family, they would only mimic lower-leveled versions of what they appear to be. This is to lull you into a false sense of security for when an actual danger does show up after you think 'Ah, it's just another Chatot pretending to be a Tyranitar...', and proceeds to scare the hell out of you. This is a fear that's fun for all ages!

In addition, it would be kind of neat to be able to have your Chatot be able to switch between cries so you can freak the hell out of your friends when you send one out and it copies the cry of an Annihilape. If you don't know what that sounds like, hit Youtube. I want to find the person who made that sound a thing and shake their hand. This would also extend to have your Ditto/Zorua family have a set first transformation that they've copied before. Remember, folks, it's all about the trust issues.

Continuing on the trust issues. I want to see Secret Bases brought back, and you can install them in a variety of places, including danger zones. The only issue would be, is if you don't fortify your base properly, you'd have dangermon breaking into your base. Think like how in Minecraft that if you have enough lighting, you don't have to worry about creepers spawning in your base and exploding the place. It would also be kind of fun if you could have a little pet door to invite in smaller, less dangerous Pokémon for you to befriend and add to you team (or box farm). However, it would hilarious if a Voltorb or Geodude took advantage of said door to get in your base and self-destruct, forcing you out into the wild again. So it's a bit risk/reward.

Pokémon is meant to be a world of fun exploration, but the world is as dangerous as it is mysterious, and it should be reflected as such in the world as a whole, in both the environment and the characters that live there.

[designedparadigm]

“ i  think  about  you  when  i  touch  myself. “ / the boys , but imagine with me if you will: it's their first time together since admitting feelings & she's telling them about times before and all that :')

   “why  does  that  fail  ta  suprise  me?”  johnny's  the  first  to  respond,  that  wide  smirk  set  upon  his  features.  a  smirk  that  earns  him  a  slap  to  the  back  of  the  head  from  a  less  than  amused  simon.  “ever  know  when  t'  shut  up,  johnny?”  a  roll  of  his  eyes  when  johnny  perks  back  up  to  retort,  “ye  ken  ah  dinnae.”  johnny  watches  simon  open  his  mouth  to  no  doubt  prompt  him  to  translate  it  to  english  as  per  usual,  but  johnny  moves  beforehand,  bringing  his  body  down  on  top  of  hers,  grinning  wildly  at  her  from  on  top  of  her. 

   “so  -  that  means  ye  were  wonderin'  jus'  what  it's  like  if  i  went  doon  on  ye?  good.  been  wantin'  ta  taste  ye  fer  a  while  now,  lass.”  he  trails  himself  down,  before  hiking  her  legs  up,  laying  her  thighs  on  his  shoulders,  turning  his  head  to  press  kisses  to  her  inner  thigh,  running  his  hands  over  her  thighs  before  moving  down  to  her  abdomen,  then  to  her  breasts,  taking  a  hefty  squeeze  with  a  satisfied  sigh.  “aye,  yer  fuckin'  bonnie.  right  perfect.  could  do  ye  all  fuckin'  night.  fact,  ah  think  ah  -”  it's  a  loud  cough  that  draws  johnny's  attention  away,  staring  at  simon,  his  arms  crossed  and  a  brow  raised. 

   “forgettin'?”  simon  chastises,  before  a  wicked  smirk  takes  over  his  features,  gaze  darkening.  a  thrill  goes  down  johnny's  back,  the  man  visibly  shuddering.  “seein'  as  ‘e’s  so  excited  for  ya,  luvie,  i  think  i'll  let  ‘im  ’ave  th'  fron'  row  seat  t'  ya  tonight.  we'll  ‘ave  plen’y  a  time  for  ya  t'  learn  me.”  he  levels  a  hard  smack  to  johnny's  ass,  causing  a  short  yelp  to  pass  johnny.  “ge'  t'  ‘er,  johnny.  rude  t’  leave  a  girl  waitin'.” 

   simon  keeps  a  close  eye  as  johnny  turns  back  to  aniela,  leaning  himself  down  to  her  cunt,  sticking  out  his  tongue  and  giving  her  a  first  cursory,  languid  lick.  simon  stands  back  for  the  first  exploratory  points  of  johnny  eating  her  out.  he  watches  as  johnny  starts  to  map  out  the  parts  of  her  that  are  sensitive,  going  between  rough  sucking  and  that  soft  licking.  simon  knows  the  hell  johnny's  bringing  forward,  knows  it  all  too  well.  he's  amused  as  he  watches,  making  sure  to  stroke  his  cock  along  with  the  sight  before  him.  fucking  fantastic  material  -  if  he's  going  to  admit  it. 

   but  it's  not  going  to  go  on  without  him.  in  fact  -  he  figures  it's  about  time  to  make  johnny's  life  a  little…  harder.  he  positions  himself  behind  johnny,  taking  hold  of  the  mans  ass,  causing  johnny  to  stop  and  jolt  in  place.  “continue,  johnny.  gonna  upse'  ‘er  if  ya  stop.  if  ya  don’t  do  good,  who  knows  if  she'll  le'  us  a'  ‘er  again.”  he  knows  the  array  of  colorful  curses  that  should  come  his  way,  and  watches  as  johnny  redoubles  his  efforts.  always  a  good  boy.  simon  lets  a  cruel  smirk  cross  his  face,  before  running  his  fingers  along  johnny’s  cunt.  slick.  of  course  it  is  -  johnny  gets  soaked  with  so  little. 

   “luv,  make  sure  you're  still  ge'in  i'  real  good  from  ‘im,  yeah?  would  ’ate  t'  give  ya  a  bad  impression  of  us.”  simon  addresses  her,  causing  johnny  to  whimper  into  her  cunt  -  the  boy  knows  what's  coming.  simon  doesn't  make  him  wait  any  longer,  lining  his  cock  to  that  all  too  familiar  hole,  shoving  the  whole  thing  in  with  no  time  for  johnny  to  adjust. 

   the  obscenely  loud  moan  that  johnny  lets  out  into  ani's  cunt  has  simon  chuckling  -  a  deep,  dark  and  rich  sound.  his  hips  snap  into  johnny,  hands  holding  his  ass  firmly  in  place  as  he  starts  to  fuck  johnny  in  earnest;  watching  as  johnny  starts  to  come  undone.  sees  how  johnny  grips  so  desperately  at  ani's  tits,  how  he  starts  to  drool  as  he's  still  lapping  at  her  cunt  like  a  starved  dog.  the  way  his  loud  moans  are  no  doubt  felt  by  her.  it's  a  beautiful  sight  -  and  god  does  it  only  push  him  to  go  harder  at  johnny.  he  feels  like  he  should  have  this  sight  all  to  himself  -  the  two  who  stole  his  heart  made  undone  before  him.  for  him.  as  it  fucking  should  be.

[gravitasmalfunction]

Hi how are you! I'm super curious about what books you like to read and some recent faves maybe? (I'm totally not just trying to get recs)

Ah! I am flattered and also so sorry in advance (insert the "oh good, you will regret this" meme here).

I haven't been reading much lately, because cdramas, but I will claim Vanessa Len's debut Only a Monster and its sequel in the in-progress series, Never a Hero, as my most recent faves. It's got urban fantasy, time travel, parallel world sort of stuff going on with a young adult/coming of age, finding and reconciling oneself as a product of two very different cultures, sort of story. It's clever and emotional and romantic and exciting and tragic and basically I loved it. I can't wait for the next one.

Cut to spare the unwilling from scrolling-induced RSI:

My Libby app also reminds me that I enjoyed Lex Croucher's most recent historical romance, Trouble, very much, along with the earlier ones, Infamous and Reputation. Croucher is funny and I like her approach to addressing the social justice issues inherent to the genre and setting of the (nominally) regency romance. My favourite regencies are funny - see also Faro's Daughter, The Corinthian and Sylvester by Georgette Heyer. Amanda Quick's regencies are also usually good for this, too.

I have only read three Kylie Chan books (martial arts fantasy) but I ate them up with a spoon and also was mad at myself for not realising sooner that it's a series of serieses, but I read all of Earth to Hell, Hell to Heaven and Heaven to Wudang in three days straight. There's at least one series before that one and at least another one after, but it was perfectly enjoyable from where I started except now I know spoilers for the earlier books. But that's a me problem.

The Locked Tomb series by Tamsyn Muir - a recent enough fave and a rec, if you like your orphans traumatised, your sci-fi magical and your world-building drip fed by a capable and merciless author. If you don't entirely hate it on first read you have much enjoyment coming on second and third reads. The series is not yet finished but there is already several lifetimes of fanworks to tide us over until the next book(s) come out.

Some older faves, in no particular order:

Martha Wells' standalone fantasy novels, and her Ill-Rien novels. The Wheel of the Infinite and The City of Bones are very enjoyable standalones. And The Element of Fire is just *chef's kiss* if you're an enjoyer of angry, feral young women characters and hot, competent men with swords who can actually take directions.

Douglas Adams' everything, and most especially the Dirk Gently books.

Tom Robbins. How to explain Tom Robbins. The universe said to itself sometime in the early 20th century, let's make an American guy who can write women because he genuinely respects and loves them, and he will also write the goofiest, weirdest, most high-concept, new-age, sexual, gross, magical realist fiction the Pacific North-West in the 1970s and 80s will ever produce. Still Life With Woodpecker is essentially a journal of the author's experience with his new typewriter inserted into the body of his latest novel, a modern fairytale involving environmentalism and pyramids. Jitterbug Perfume is a historical fantastical epic about sex, immortality, beets and fragrance, amongst other things. Half Asleep In Frog Pyjamas is about a stockbroker and a psychic and frogs, among other things.

And to finish, I will rec Iain M Banks. The Algebraist is a standalone sci-fi novel and if you like it, you will almost certainly like the Culture series. The Culture series doesn't have to be read in publication order, or even in-universe chronological order; each book is standalone in its own right, but some reference in-universe historical events that are the subject of one or more of the other books. For first-time readers, I would recommend The Player of Games to start with. As well as being a fun story, I think it's a good introduction to the concept of the Culture, and if you enjoy the themes and motifs etc you will see them again in other Culture books. In no particular order, some of my faves are Excession, Inversions, Surface Detail, The Hydrogen Sonata, and Matter.

If you like any of these in particular, let me know, and I can dig around for some more recs like them!

Happy reading!

[or-something-better]

October 12, 2022

Bobby’s Audition    (Sam wrote it) 

Sam

I pull the Charger up next to Bobby’s front porch and look over at Ruby. See, What did I tell ya, not an over long drive. Getting out, I pop the trunk and reach in to get the first box out and hand it off to Ruby. Got it? I can see that she has and I lift out the second box and shut the trunk.

Ruby

Taking the box from Sam, I follow him to the door.

Sam

At Bobby's door I raise my hand to knock

Bobby

The door opens to reveal me there smiling Sam, Ruby. Good to see you both. Been a while hadn’t it?

Sam

Hey Bobby, Ruby and I brought a couple boxes that Garth dropped by the Bunker for you. He said it was lore and whatnot, that he thought you’d want to have. Stepping inside, I set down the box and reach over to give Bobby a tight hug. It’s been too long since we’ve all seen you. I’ve missed you.

Bobby

I hug back and can’t help but think upon their last visit. Missed you, too, kid. You know you can come by whenever you want, right? You don’t need any excuse. You’re always welcome. I look over to Ruby with a smirk. You, too. You are always welcome here. Remember that. I address them both. Can I get ya anything? Beer? Water?

Ruby

Smiling at Bobby No thanks I tell him as I hand him the other box.

Sam

We just stopped for a late lunch.

Bobby

I take the box, surprised at its weight but didn’t complain. What does Garth got in here anyway? Last I checked rocks were lighter. I perk up as Sam speaks. Did you stop at Cooper’s on the way over here?

Sam

Laughs Cooper’s right. Gotta stop there whenever I’m up this way. Had to get Ruby to try one of their famous buffalo burgers.

Bobby

I smile and look Ruby’s way again. And so? I ask expectantly. What did you think?

Ruby

I’ve never had buffalo before. It was better than I expected. A little gamier, but good. Sam lured me here with tales of new foods to try. He said you might be able to help me locate an ingredient I need for a spell. It’s Chimera flesh. Some call it Chimera mane. I haven’t the faintest idea of where to start looking.

Bobby

I frown in thought. Now why does that sound familiar. Oh yeah! Well I can do ya one better. If it’s what I’m thinking of, I might just have here. I set the box on a table and start towards the basement. Right this way. I lead them down and to a big cabinet.

Ruby

Following behind Bobby and Sam, I start to get uncomfortable being this close once again to the panic room Bobby has. My skin starts to prickle.

Sam

I follow them both downstairs.

Bobby

Now let’s see here… I mutter to myself as I unlock the cabinet and shuffle through some boxes. Well I could have sworn- Ah! Right. Here it is. I hold up a plastic bag with the requested mane inside. I hand it over to Ruby. What do you want to do with that thing anyway?

Ruby

Reaching out and taking the plastic bag, I explain. I want to teach Sam a more complex protection spell and this is one of the ingredients I need.

Bobby

My brows go up and I instantly look to Sam, remembering the last time he dabbled in the whole ‘psychic/demon blood thing’. Still looking at Sam, I address Ruby. You’re teaching him… ‘magic… tricks..?’

Sam

Ruby’s just… she’s just teaching me a few things. Filling in some of the gaps that Rowena missed, you know.

Bobby

I look between the two, gagging whether to argue or not. I know there’s more to it than the horror story I paint in my head, still, memory serves cold and I worry. Uh-huh. Alright then. I say scratching my chin.

Sam

My cell phone starts to ring and I pull it out and answer. Hey, Ellen

Ellen

Hey Sam! How the hell are ya?  I have case that might interest you. trying to contain the excitement in my voice

Sam

Hold on a second, let me put you on speaker. I hit the speaker button and set the phone on the desk Go ahead Ellen, I’m here with Bobby and Ruby.

Ellen

Hey guys. So  there have been several deaths in this one area and that the victims don't appear to have anything in common except that they are all young, single, Asian men, every one of them. thinking to myself strange right? From what I've learned, thanks to ash hacking away. There's surveillance of the same girl, human looking that's been seen with all 3 victims.

Bobby

My earlier worry fades to intrigue. I fold my arms listening to Ellen. Certainly sounds strange…

Ellen

All of the victims were torn apart by what looked like canine teeth.

Sam

I look over at Bobby. You thinking werewolf attack, Ellen?

Ellen

no, no because none of the hearts were missing and two of the deaths happened during the day and none of the others during a full moon cycle. I'm gonna send you a picture of the girl that's been seen. I send Sam a pic of the girl to his phone

Sam

I pick up the phone and find her text. I’ve got it Ellen. It’s a pretty clear shot for a surveillance picture. I hold it out for Ruby and Bobby to look at.

Bobby

I frown in thought. I was about to agree with Sam’s werewolf theory but Ellen beat me to it. What? I ask confused. I mutter, what on earth… I squint at the photo. Wait a minute! Oh- I think I know something about this! I say in a somewhat louder voice. I’ve seen someone almost just like that before. The where is a bit fuzzy, though. I rack my brain for where I’ve seen this girl before. Hold up! Still in deep thought, my feet take me to the bookcase and I pull out a couple old books. I come back to the table and flip through the first, ignoring dust. Nothing in this one. Damn! I set that one away to go through the next.  Then I find it. Smiling proudly, I drop the open book on the table. It hits it with a loud thud and I put a hand on my hip and point at the book with the other. We… I say, are looking for a Okami. It’s rare to find one outside of Japan, mind you, but it’s been done before. Rufus killed one once! The Idjit tried to bury it in his front yard!

Sam

Wait, what do you mean he tried to bury it?

Bobby

I sigh in remembrance. Well… in order to kill the damn thing, you have to stab it 7 times with a bamboo dagger blessed by a Shinto priest. Rufus got the wrong number and stabbed it only 5 times. I can’t help but roll my eyes. After all it’s such a rookie move!

Ruby

What happens if you don’t stab it all 7 times?  Guessing the outcome already.

Bobby

If you fail to stab it all 7 times, it regenerates and comes back to life. Rufus had to gank it all over again.

Sam

Ellen, I can’t be sure without looking, but I don’t think that we have a bamboo dagger like that in our Artifacts. Not at our Bunker or the one in New Orleans.

Ellen

thinking to myself well I'm surprised that old geezer there wouldn't have one laying around.

Bobby

I wave a hand to make Sam stop talking. Wait a minute, Sam. I still got the dagger Rufus used. I have it here in my collection.

Sam

Surprised that finding a bamboo dagger was so simple for us. Really?

Ellen

well I just knew it

Bobby

What? I ask with a small shrug, then grumble almost to myself, Ya can’t be too careful with these things…

End Scene and Audition

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Point 1

Sam and Ruby pull up in front of Bobby’s place and get out. Sam pulls a box out of the trunk, hands it to Ruby, and then gets out a second one for himself. Before they even get to knock, Bobby pulls the door open and greets them both. Sam explains they are dropping off a couple of boxes of lore and whatnot from Garth and Sam says it is an opportunity to come for a quick visit. Once inside Sam sets his box down and turns to give Bobby a big hug saying that it had been too long between their visits. Bobby hugs him back and says it's good to see him and that he should know there doesn’t have to be an excuse to come up, his house is always open. Bobby turns to Ruby and assures her that she’s always gonna be welcome there too, then asks if he can get the…

Point 2

Ruby goes on to explain that Sam lured her on this trip with tales of wonderful new food and also with possibly getting Bobby’s help in finding a spell ingredient she’s having trouble locating. It’s called Chimera flesh or some call it Chimera mane. She’s hoping that Bobby can give her some idea of where she should search for it. Bobby thinks about it for a minute and then says that he can do her one better. He thinks he might actually have what she’s looking for. Bobby leads the way down the steps into his basement and over to a large cabinet, Ruby and Sam follow. Being this close once again to Bobby’s iron panic-room gives Ruby an uncomfortable feeling. Bobby unlocks the cabinet and searches through a couple of boxes. Stating that he’s found it

Point 3

The three are back upstairs and Sam’s cell phone rings. Ellen is on the phone all excited over a case that she’s found. Sam puts her on speaker and tells her to go ahead and tell them all. Ellen explains that there have been several deaths in this one area and that the victims don't appear to have anything in common except that they are all young, single, Asian men, every one of them. She asks them “don't you think that’s weird?” She goes on to explain that from what she’s learned from Ash hacking into the police data networks, there is surveillance footage of the same human-looking girl seen with three of the victims. All of the victims were torn apart by what looked like canine teeth. Sam suggests a werewolf and Ellen says no because none of the he…

Point 4

Bobby says that he’s seen someone who looks a lot like that girl before. He tries to remember where it was and then it dawns on him. He goes to check his bookcase and pulls out two old volumes… coming back to the table he flips through one book, doesn’t find what he wants, and sets it aside. Then looking through the second book, he finds what he’s looking for and drops the book on the table pointing at it. Bobby tells them they are looking for an Okami. It's rare to find them outside of Japan, but it has happened before. Bobby says Rufus actually killed one once and tried to bury it in his front yard. Sam asks him what do you mean trying to? Bobby looks a little sheepish and says in order to kill one you have to stab it 7 times with a bamboo dagger …

[m-jelly]

Hii Jelly! Its me again ehehehhzjsjsj

Can I request a veryyy fluffy fic where reader and Levi are pen pals? (maybe because they're both lonely af 😃) ehehehe, thanks very much 💗

Ah! A wild Loki appears (I love you Loki)

Hell yeah, I can! I can set it in the canon world with post-war Levi. Just post-war Levi exchanging letters with a cutie just seems so cute to me.

Such loving words.

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: romantic, falling in lost, canon world, post-war Levi, pen-pals, becoming a couple, happy ending.

Concept: Levi is lonely with all his friends gone, so he wants to do something about it. When he reads the local paper, he sees a sweet message written there by you about wanting to have friends now the war is over because you'd lost many by being from Paradis. Levi writes to you and the two of you exchange letters until one day he can't hold back his feelings anymore and visits you.

Levi let out a long sigh as the loneliness took over him again. He missed his friends terribly and had lost so many people. The cadets he trained were okay, but they were so busy with politics while Levi was healing at his new home on Paradis.

He'd been on Marley for a while just so you were being healed up enough to travel. He was happy to be home because he was near the graves of those he'd lost. He even had a garden dedicated to them. He had a nice little tea garden too with herbs and fruit, which he sold to the locals from his home.

Levi was still lonely though.

He grabbed his local paper, then sat in his garden under an umbrella and looked through a few things. He saw that people were positive and glad the titans were gone. Tensions were a little high at people trying to trust each other, but the future was looking a little brighter than it'd been in the past. He stopped when saw a post in the paper.

Hello,

I do not know if anyone is reading this, but I wanted to reach out. The war caused me to lose many friends and family, so I find myself very alone. I moved to the seaside to get some sense of happiness, but there is a hole in my heart still. I know there are other people out there who lost people. I'm here for anyone. My name and address are as follows if you wish to make a friend.

Levi hummed in thought, then limped inside his home and grabbed his paper and pens. He let out a long sigh, then started writing back which started the backwards and forwards writing between you and Levi.

Hi

My name is Levi Ackerman. I was in the war for many years and saw a lot of people die. I too have lost people that I crave to see again. I tried making my home near their graves, as well as make a garden dedicated to them, but it didn't fill the whole they left behind. I'm sorry the war I was a part of destroyed your family. I'm deeply sorry.

Living by the seaside sounds nice. Is it quiet or too quiet? I find the silence where I am deafening. I like the days where there's wind or rain, because some noise is better than no noise.

I look forward to hearing from you.

The conversations were simple and sweet at first, just two people reached out to each other and connecting. Levi and you opened up after some time about your pasts and revealled you both had sad and dark pasts. Once you'd talked about all of that, it soon became sweet and romantic.

Grumpy,

I saw something wonderful today as I gazed out at the sea. There was a tail! It was so beautiful. I looked it up and it seems to be a whale. It's truly amazing how we're discovering so many things now that the borders are open. I wished you could have seen it with me. I am sorry I am getting a little excited, reading as I write I can see I might come off as annoying.

The tea you sent me was wonderful, by the way. I matched it with a lemon and poppy seed muffin and it was perfection. You're ever so talented. I remember seeing you in person once when you went out with the scouts. You looked so troubled. It makes me happy that you are at peace now and creating such amazing delights.

With regards to your knee troubles...I think I have a slight solution for you. Heat helps with joints, so heat up a blanket and wrap it around your knee to ease it. I sent you some ointment I handmade that should help with it too. It's like a heat that gets in deep. You could get a massage somewhere to help.

Yours forever,

Brat.

Brat,

I wish I could have seen the whale too. It would have been nice to be sat on the beach next to you while we have a picnic. Your baking matched with my tea as our food and drink. It would be a delight.

Don't ever call yourself annoying, you're not. I like how excited you get about such wonders of the world. Where we live is full of sad and scared people, but you add such wonder and light. You make me smile so much when you talk about happy things such as discovering whales.

I'm glad you liked the tea. I was excited when it was reading because I just wanted to send it to you right away. You put it with the perfect food as well. I'd love to try your baking some time. I know it'll be the best thing I've ever eaten.

I can't believe you saw me in the past and I didn't see you! I'm sure I would have noticed such a beautiful, sweet and kind woman like yourself. I guess I really was in a full attack mode all the time when it came to the past. My job really did consume me. I am free now, but at what cost?

Thank you for the knee tips. I tried the wrap on my knee and it worked. After I tried the wrap, I then used your ointment and it must be magical creation, because it heated my knee up and soothed it. I can't thank you enough for what you've done for me.

I don't know anyone who would give me a massage. I'll just have to stick to your ointment and the hot towel for now.

With love,

Grumpy.

Grumpy!

You are so sweet to me <3 -this is a heart. You made me smile so much from your kind and loving words, you really did. I would really love that picnic to happen. It'd be a dream. I would bake you so many treats for you to try.

I really want to explore your gardens and try the fresh fruit and veg you have. I'd also love to help you in your garden as well. I grow a few things in mine, but it's mostly flowers. I bet your garden is far more beautiful than mine.

You have no idea how hard I blushed at your words. You've only see three photos of me, and yet you call me such wonderful things. It was only once or twice I saw you. I tended to stay away from those outing gatherings. You did look troubled all the time. You are right about freedom. We are all free, but the cost of it was so great.

I'm so glad it all worked! If you need more ointment, just say and I will send more. I do worry about you so much, but I'm glad I helped you a little.

With regards to your knee. If you were here, I would happily massage you. God, I am blushing so hard at writing that. I'm rather fond of you Levi. I'm glad you wrote to me.

Yours forever,

Brat xx

The letters gave you both comfort, but they soon became very romantic and borderline sensual.

Brat,

I can't stop thinking about you. You're on my mind all the time now. I keep your pictures close to me always. I wish I had the real you with me and not pictures, but this will have to do for now. Yet, it won't.

Every little thing I do now I think about you. If I go shopping, I wonder what you would like. When I get up in the morning, you're the first thing that pops into my head. I'm not good at verbally talking about my feelings, but these letters help me really get out how I care for you.

I want to tell you so much, and yet I'm scared it'll be too much and you will be upset. If you broke contact with me, I would break. My life would be empty without you in it. I just want to hold you in my arms. I want to feel your soft lips against mine.

I know my knee plays up and my face is worse since I got my scars, but I still long to take care of you, love you and give you everything you desire and crave. I want to be the man that gives you everything. I love you.

With love,

Grumpy

Grumpy,

My heart only beats for you now. My mind is filled with you. I took only think of you. I long to be with you and take care of you. I want to start a teashop together where you make the tea and I supply the baked treats. I never thought that my add in the paper would lead to such love.

Yours words make my heart flutter in pure happiness. You are so sweet and loving to me that I crave to hear the stammering, flustered and grumpy Captain in person. I want you here with me. I need you here with me.

Don't be scared of your thoughts and feelings. I too feel the same. I want to hold you in my arms. I want to love you like I know I can. I want to feel your lips against mine, and my body. I crave the feeling of your rough hands running over my skin. Such sensual thought plague my mind.

To me, you are the most handsome man in the world. Your scars are beautiful and your knee is perfect. We'll work together to make you comfortable and happy again. I want all the things you want. I want to be with you and I want to make you happy. I love you deeply, Levi. I love you.

Yours forever,

Brat.

Levi had reached his breaking point. He packed his bags with clothes, medical things and as much tea as he could carry. He got onto the train and travelled all the way to the station close to your place. He climbed into a carriage, then paid to go to your place.

Levi was excited to finally meet you, but he was also nervous. He wasn't sure how you were going to react to him turning up at your place without asking. You'd both said in your letters how you longed to be together, so he was hoping that you would welcome him.

He got out of his carriage, then limped down the path to your house. He smiled at the lovely cottage by the sea and prayed that you were real and that the pictures you had sent were not a lie. He wouldn't mind if it was a big hairy man because a friend was a friend, but he wished it was the pretty woman in the pictures.

He came to a stop when he saw you walking from the beach with a basket in your hands. He blushed hard at seeing you. Levi thought you were far more beautiful in person and you didn't talk yourself up enough. He dropped his bags causing you to stop and stare at Levi. You both stared at each other for a bit.

You welled up, then dropped your basket with seaweed and fish in and ran right towards Levi. "Levi!"

Levi shivered in delight at hearing you say his name. He shouted your name and limped as fast as he could towards you. He caught you in his arms when you jumped into them. You both laughed as pure happiness filled you both.

Levi slowly leaned back. "Tch, shit my knee."

You squealed when he fell onto his bum with you on him. You pulled back, then laughed. "Sorry. Are you okay?"

Levi gazed at you and nodded. "I'm perfect."

"But you're knee."

He lightly touched your cheek and enjoyed your warmth. "It's fine. Seeing you and touching you finally is far more important to me."

You leaned into his touch. "I'm so happy you're here."

"I was a little scared you'd chase me off."

"Never!"

You launched yourself at him and kissed him. You both fell back onto the floor as you tangled your hands into his hair and Levi's hands roamed your body. You nipped his lip, then moved your tongue with his. Your body began to vibrate with need and you both knew very well that it wouldn't take long before you were naked in your bed.

You pulled back and laughed. "Sorry. Let's get you off the floor." You got up and helped Levi to his feet. "I'll get your bags as well."

Levi blushed hard, then he noticed you were blushing as well. "I'll carry some as well." He picked up the heaviest bag, then walked with you to your house. "It's better than you described."

"The kissing?"

Levi laughed a little. "Yes, but I meant the house."

You blushed hard. "Oh shit, oh...well..." You laugehd a little. "I feel a bit silly. Thank you. I do like my house." You opened the door for him. "Come on in and make yourself at home."

"Thank you." He smiled as he saw how welcoming and comfy your house was. He inhaled and enjoyed the smell of baked goods and flowers. "This is so pretty."

You giggled. "Thanks. So, umm...would you like to share my bedroom with me?"

Levi walked past you. "Is your bedroom this way?"

You laughed at him picking your room. "Yes." You slipped into your room and put his bags down. "You can stay for as long as you like."

Levi limped up to you, then placed his hands on your hips. "You're more beautiful in person." You kissed you and hummed in happiness. "I'm sorry I'm not how I used to be."

You cupped his face. "Are you kidding me? You're so handsome to me. I still love you. The man I feell in love with is the one right in front of me, unless someone else wrote me those letters."

Lev smiled a little. "It was all me."

You kissed him causing you both to sigh. "Then I love you deeply still."

Levi hugged you tightly. "I love you too. So, about your baking."

You giggled. "I made a lot, so you better be hungry."

"I'm starved."

You held his hand and walked with him. "Great!"

[the-fiction-witch]

The Bride In Black P1- 10

Media: IRL X The Invitation / Vampires

Character: Thomas Brodie Sangster 

Couple: TBS X reader

Rating: Spooky af + flirty

Series: The Bride In Black 

I finished unloading my laundry from the washer moving it into the basket so I could put it in the dryer, throwing it all in and setting it to get it all done.

Suddenly a knock came from my door, so I scurried over opening it with a tired smile, seeing the postman in his bright red jacket

He handed me the bundle of letters secured together with a beige elastic band, I took them nodding to him and headed inside making sure to shut the door behind me.

I made myself tea in my favourite mug and headed over to the little dining table slowly and carefully, opening all my posts and sorting them into bills, junk, and other such things of varying importance until I got to the last one, immediately I took a pause.

It was a small envelope rather thick to the touch, such beautiful blood red cardstock with my address but no name, a little stamp of the English countryside in the top corner, the back sealed with a round black wax seal pressed with a dragon emblem and a few leaves from a Snapdragon flower.

I had no concept who it could have been from and without my name, I was slightly cornered. But I gave in to my curiosity and opened it making sure to not break the beautiful wax seal and pop it off the envelope.

I pulled out a beautiful black card with luxurious red ink.

'Till Death Do us Part

Please join us for this

The first day of eternal love

And the joining of our houses'

Then the date and address and also in the envelope was a similar card and small envelope

'I _____ Confirm my attendance to the ceremony/ reception/ both of Oliver and Ava'

That's odd I don't know an Oliver? or an Ava?

I found a contract number on the back so I gave it a call hoping to clear things up and when it answered a strange... charismatic voice spoke up. "Good afternoon"

"Ohh uhh hi." I smiled

"Hi, who may I ask is this sweet-sounding creature?"

"Ohh uhh y/n y/l/n, I was hoping to speak to someone regarding uhh Oliver and Ava's wedding?"

"Ah yes, awfully sorry most replies in letters were hardly expecting to need the phone" he explained making me chuckle

"No uhh, I think this might have been sent to the wrong person I uhh I don't recognize the names," I said

"Now you mention it, y/l/n was it?"

"Yes"

"Interesting. Not on my list... Ah, are you number sixteen? it should say on the back?"

I looked and it indeed had a number on the back of the invitation

"Yes. Sixteen"

"AHH perfect." He says

"So it was meant for me?" I asked

"Well in a way yes. A sorry family tradition every wedding or big family event always invite at least one stranger someone picked at random out of the phone book. Way of making new family friends and all"

"Ohh" I smiled "that's really sweet"

"So? Would you be happy to attend?"

I thought for a moment about all the terrible things that could happen but it's not every day you get a chance like this and honestly, I wouldn't mind some new friends, having a new experience,

"Yes absolutely"

"Perfect. Well, I look forward to seeing you then miss y/l/n"

"I look forward to seeing you too, uhh?"

"Thomas. Feel free to pop me a call between now and then if you... feel you'd like to"

"Perhaps I will" I smiled before we ended the call I blushed a little but was very excited to go somewhere new and meet new people even if I was concerned but he sounded pleasant enough.

I had to admit I was excited if a little nervous. But I had set rules for myself. Don't drink. Don't try to be flirty or funny. And the first sign of anything weird we get the hell out of there. I had been driving for what honestly felt like years at this point following the directions unsure what exactly to expect, but not this.

I turned the corner and was faced with a long country road surrounded by trees for almost a mile before it opened up revealing this large manor house half the grandeur of Buckingham palace but with much more grounds and details with impressive dark stone, twisted metal bars and gates, old fashioned diamond windows it looked like something from a goth girls dream. I pulled up where some other cars were grabbing my bag and climbing out in awe of this place.

"Who may I ask are you?" A man in a black suit asked as he came down from the steps at the front of the house

"Ohh y/n y/l/n. I uhh I'm here for the wedding. I am in the right place aren't I?"

"I don't believe so no miss," he says but a familiar voice spoke up

"Ohh leave her alone Martin." He says "I believe I know exactly who she is"

This Martin moved from the steps revealing there just shutting the door, a man. He was thin, lanky, with a face impossible to determine age. He had black riding boots with red suit pants tucked into them, a white and black slightly plaid shirt unbuttoned slightly, and a brown leather aviator's jacket seeming well worn.

For a moment honestly, I didn't know if I should be enamoured or terrified.

"Y/n y/l/n, humm your even more beautiful than I imagined" he smiled coming down the steps taking my hand and giving it a soft kiss "Thomas, we spoke on the phone"

"Of course yes sorry I didn't expect -"

"Expect what?" He smirked

"Well you to be so handsome"

"Aren't you a sweetheart" he cooes "Martin take care of her car, come on I'll show you around" he encouraged offering his hand

I nodded and happily took it, letting him lead me inside.

He showed me around the place around the beautiful old wooden corridors and impressive beautiful rooms. I did my best to map my way but it was so sprawling it was hard to keep up.

The large sprawling kitchen, the beautiful library, bedrooms Upon bedrooms Upon bedrooms, dinning rooms, drawing rooms, there was even a goddamn gallery

"And this is the Luna courtyard," he says opening the door to reveal a beautiful garden in the middle of the house with an old stone fountain without a drop of water in it "bit of a lacklustre end to the tour but it is where it ends," he says "and of course the grounds but that's all being set up for the wedding," he says heading in to take a seat on a green metal chair so I smiled and sat beside him

"So, what links you to the bride and groom then?"

"Brother of the bride. Sense of joy and or evy to watch my little sister get married, especially when you're as single as I am" he laughed

"Sorry i-"

"It's alright. I'm thrilled for her"

"Thomas! That you darling?"

"Ohh, yes mother" he called getting up and helping me up too as a woman hurried down a similar metal spiral staircase from the second floor he went and gave her a hug "my sweet boy, I've been looking for you everywhere" and she quickly turned her attention to me

"And who is this?"

"AHH mother if I may introduce y/n y/l/n. One of our welcomed strangers for this event"

"Is she?" She smiled coming to me "what a beautiful little thing. Welcome to our home you'll have full rein of the house while you stay with us, and you're more than welcome to join us tomorrow in the drawing room for cocktails"

"Ohh thank you very much" I smiled

"Martin!" She called and soon enough he emerged "take this young lady and her things to her room"

"Yes ma'am" he nodded so I followed him he took me to a large room the size of my whole apartment, with my own beautiful bathroom, four poster bed, wardrobe, and beautiful gothic windows that looked out to the grounds where the wedding was being set up for the next few days

"All this is for me?" I asked in shock

"Yes the master of the house demanded you to be cared for"

"The Master of the house?"

"You met him. earlier."

"Oh, so Thomas is the master of the house?"

"Yes miss,"

"Well thank you very much"

"Ring the bell if you require assistance," he said before he left my room.

I unpacked a little Nervous. This all seemed far too nice.

I spent most of the first-afternoon unpacking getting settled in this room as well as exploring the place even if it was strange how the wedding being prepared was so grand and yet it often felt like I was the only one there.

I was looking out the window watching the grounds when the door knocked

"It's open"

"Hello, how are you finding your room?" Thomas asks his jacket now gone

"It's a little too much for just me"

"Nonsense, you're our guest. But if you are feeling lonely or perhaps spooked by this old place my suites on the fourth floor I don't mind you coming and bunking with me for a while"

"Thank you but my room is grand enough I don't need anything more" I giggled

"Yes, sure?"

"I'm sure"

"Well be careful it's a big old house people sometimes get a little... scared"

"Well I think it's a lovely house"

"Your sweet" he smiled "Alright, get some rest. Try not to be spooked?"

"I'll do my best"

"Well if you need anything and I mean... anything you call me alright?"

"I will"

"Good, I'll see you in the morning then" he smiled giving my hand a soft kiss before he headed to his own room, I got ready for bed and climbed inside the cosy soft silk sheets now he had mentioned it, it was very spooky here this room felt so very strange I felt as if... I wasn't alone. But that was silly. I kept flicking my light on convinced I saw shapes and figures but it was always just my bag, or the chair, or something normal and explainable.

I couldn't sleep, so I pushed my body out of the bed hoping to get a glass of water from the kitchen. I put my headphones in as not to spook myself by being slow and quiet as I left my bedroom and did my best through the almost pitch-black stairwells and corridors to try and find the kitchens. But as I walked I kept having this feeling, like... breathing down my neck.

as If someone was following me, but when I turned not a soul would be there.

after a good while, I found the kitchens and got myself a drink of water, sipping the ice cold water as I began to walk back admiring the beautiful gothic portraits and other such artwork.

One Portrait was beautiful and sweet it was a thin pale blonde young lady in a red dress with a small silver plaque on the bottom of the painting 'Ava Sangster' the painting looked far too long to be anyone still living perhaps she was named after family members as is fairly common in rich families, I continued on down the corridor and saw another painting, the man in the painting looked so much like Thomas in rich old red clothes and the Plaque even read 'Thomas Brodie Sangster' then again it's a common thing naming kids after family members, all though it is kinda odd they look so similar, still probably just one of those weird coincidences like celebrities that look like Tudor paintings? I kept walking noticing the portrait by the stairs it was a man and woman it looked like the oldest I had ever seen 'Mark And Tasha' impressive.

I heard a bang at the bottom of the staircase making me jump and turned seeing this... strange shadow at the bottom of the stairs but when I tried to look again to make sure I wasn't dreaming, it was gone.

I went back to my room making sure to shut the door tightly, I shook it out of my head and finished my water before heading back to bed.

I woke up to the bright sunlight which was odd I could have sworn I pulled the curtains but thought a little of it, I had slept so long most of the day was gone but a lot of that I imagine was the travelling and the being up not being able to sleep half the night, so I got ready for the cocktail party this afternoon getting into my little dress and doing my hair a little unsure of what to expect till there was a knock at my door as I was finished my make up

"It's open" I called to whoever was there and my door opened revealing Thomas in shined black shoes, black suit pants and a red silk shirt "ohh sorry was I running late?' I asked

"Not at all, I was merely checking up on you" he smirked

"Well I think I'm ready" I smiled

"You look gorgeous"

"Aww thank you" I blushed he offered his hand so I took it and he twirled my hand above my head so I did a spin

"Mesmerising." He says kissing my hand "come on I'll introduce you to everyone" he lead me down to a large drawing room with the doors open to a porch and the small garden where many people lingered with drinks he took me around and introduced me to all these people many of them family or family friends I admittedly felt a little out of place but they were all so kind to me. "So? Feeling alright so far?" Thomas asks as we had a seat together

"I think so, everyone's so kind"

"Why wouldn't we be kind to such a pretty girl?" He smirked "so tell me about our little welcome stranger" he smiled

"Not much to tell I suppose"

"Come on I want to know everything, what do you do? What is your passion? Friends? Family? Hobbies? Music? Blood type?" He joked making me laugh "come on I wanna know"

So I told him about me, my life, my work, my hobbies, he seemed... so interested, hanging on my every word like a curious child until I was done.

"Humm, your fascinating" he cooes "I am incredibly lucky that such a random chance allowed me to meet someone as magical as you" he smiled

"I'm very thankful it did, we might never have met otherwise"

"We wouldn't, and I wouldn't change this meeting for anything" he smiled giving my hand another kiss

"Well can I know about you?"

"Not much to tell"

"I'm sure there is" I smiled and he smiled back telling me much the same things I told him it was so lovely to hear him speak so passionately about these things "you are equally fascinating Thomas"

"You're a sweetheart" he smiled

"Is it just the three of you?" I asked curiously

"Nowadays,"

"I'm sorry"

"It's alright, my mother got very very angry with him. He's not in the picture anyone"

"I see"

"It's getting late. I'll walk you back to your room make sure you don't get lost"

"Thank you Thomas" I smiled

He walked me back to my bedroom and we stood outside in the corridor for a moment "get some rest. Weddings tomorrow"

"Of course, I suppose you'll be very busy"

"I'll make time to see you, I promise" he smiled "well sleep well my sweet" be cooes kissing my hand and then my head making me blush hard

"You too Thomas" I blushed before scurrying into my room before I could make a fool of myself.

I got changed and climbed into the bed again but still the same as last night I couldn't help thinking about everything so I pushed myself up and went to the window watching the vast grounds the trees and grass moving slightly in the breeze when I heard a noise and noticed the perfume bottle that I had sat on the vanity had fallen luckily it hadn't broken but the fall was enough to send shivers up my spine "hello?" I asked, "Someone there?" Nothing replied I heard the floor creaking close to my door "someone here?" I asked trying to hide my fear but nothing, it's all in my head I should just go back to - at that moment the door knocked making me jump out of my skin "c-come in" I said even though I was full of fear the door opened quickly

"sorry y/n didn't mean to scare you" it was Thomas smiling sweetly in a silky robe he clearly wore to bed

"It's okay, what is it?"

"I... couldn't sleep. I wanted to come and see you,"

"That's sweet but you should get some rest ready for tomorrow"

"I know, I just... I wanted to give you this a little present" he smiled revealing from behind him a hanger with a beautiful dress on it "I thought perhaps you might wear it tomorrow for me"

"You shouldn't have-"

"Well I wanted to, I think it'll look beautiful on you"

"I can't accept this it's too much-"

"Well, It's a gift. Seeing you in it tomorrow is more than my repayment"

"Are you sure?" I asked taking the beautiful dress in hand

"I'm sure darling. Hang it up and get to bed you don't want to be all sleeping for the ceremony tomorrow"

"Of course, you get some sleep too"

"I'll try" he cooes kissing my hand before he left again, I blushed hard seeing the impressive dress I hung it in the wardrobe and went back to bed a little overexcited and overwhelmed by it all.

I woke up at first light, had a bath, did my hair and got into my beauu dress Thomas gave me last night. I hurried down and took my seat. I was surprisingly quite close to the front for being a stranger and all and soon enough it began.

First down was the mother I met when I first arrived in a beautiful dress, then a couple of very pale girls in red dresses I assume the bridesmaids, then Thomas as another man both in head to toe black he saw me and I blushed a little, then another man came in a white suit looking nervous and concerned I noticed as he reached the alter Thomas and this other man seemed to loom over him almost threateningly so and lastly came a truly beautiful woman in a long white dress who took this man's hand tightly.

It was truly a beautiful wedding, once the ceremony was over everyone went to the main fields where a dancefloor, a bar, and all sorts of other things had been set up I got myself a drink and found a seat watching everything and nothing.

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Toman’s Little Fighter.

Draken x fem.Reader oneshot 

Genre : fluff- angst-happy ending

Warnings: mention of violence-blood-kidnapping-swearing words.

Word count: 5.9k

Summary: Draken is assigned to convince badass (y\n) to join Toman for certain reasons. They have a dynamic relationship full of bickering. They end up falling for each other and confess under difficult circumstances.

“Ah what a day finally school is over” you said to yourself ruffling your hair and carrying your heavy school bag. “Huh what’s that sound?” you frowned and rushed to the source “ah really brats bullying a kid again? Why do they do that, should I help him or should I stop getting into fights this time?” you said watching them from a far. Three big guys were beating up the shit out of a boy. “ah shit I think I’ll never change” you breathed and walked towards them. The guy was about to throw a punch to knock that boy out but was suddenly stopped by a strong grip. All of them looked at you in disbelief, who are you? And what are you trying to do? “Are you lost beautiful?” said that guy smirking, the other two approached you one of them put his hand on your shoulder “How can we help you?” “Take your hands off of me brat” you said slapping his hand away and pushing the other guy’s fist that was stopped by you. “wow wow are you trying to get our attention huh? you can just ask honey” said the 3rd guy smirking “ple-ease leave d-don’t get yourself into trouble because of me” said that boy coughing on the ground, you smiled and said “don’t worry it will be fine” then you turned your face to look at them “3 VS 1? That’s not a fair fight…but it’s fair for me” “you better leave this place or I have to smash that beautiful face” “give it a shot then or you’re scared to get your ass beaten by a woman” you teased throwing your school bag on the ground ready to fight,  the guy was fueling with anger “you little-“ he ran in your direction and  grabbed your collar you twisted his hand making him growl in pain then you used your free hand to punch his stomach making him fall. The other two tried to grab your hands to stop your attacks but you were faster and more flexible and punched one of them on his nose making it bleed. It didn’t take you long to finish the fight, so when the other guy tried to fight you, you turned around then kicked his jaw (round side kick) knocking him down as well. “bunch of idiots. Ah I fucking hate bullies” you said fixing your skirt. You looked down “are you okay?” he nodded still shocked from the fight that happened before his eyes. Before you can say something else someone yelled “TAKEMICHI” both of you looked and there were 3 guys looking at you, you clenched your fists you thought they wanted to hit him “oh Mikey” said Takemichi. “so his name is Takemichi” you thought to yourself. You bend a bit to his level and said “well you’re safe now! Next time don’t stop defending yourself, even if your knees are on the ground you’re still able to stand up” you flushed him another smile then grabbed your bag and left. He was stunned by your presence. “excuse me!” said Mikey, you turned your head to look at him “thank you” he added, you just nodded and glanced at the two guys who were looking at you in pure shock and disbelief. “Draken, Mitsuya come here” said Mikey smiling, “Mikey did you see her?” asked Takemichi “she..she fought them” “yes we saw everything” “why didn’t you come?” “Well we rushed here to save you but we stopped the moment we saw her beat all of them up” exclaimed Draken. “Mikey don’t tell me that you’re thinking about that?” asked Mitsuya after seeing Mikey’s excited expression “Actually I am” he stopped for a moment then looked at Draken “oi ken-chin, I have a mission for you!” “huh?” “go after her.. you have to know where she lives, and you’ll start the plan tomorrow” “Mikey are you insane! There’s no way she would agree!!” fought Draken, “Yes Mikey , she even thought they were bullies I’m sure if she knew they’re actually gang members she wouldn’t rush to my rescue!” everyone nodded in agreement “but she knocked them down right? That’s what matters. C’mon you saw her fighting skills…Woah she was cool” “Mikey-“ “That’s my final decision Draken, you have to do your best to convince her, and the rest is up to her” added Mikey getting on his motorcycle. “good luck!” muttered Takemichi, in return Draken rolled his eyes and rushed after you. You were walking to your house kicking rocks and lost in your thoughts “ah that tall guy looked so hot tho” you felt something strange, you felt like someone was following you “oh maybe it’s just a cat”..”Shit she almost caught me…so she lives here.. hmm not too far” he said as he saw you open your house’s door.  *The next day* “hurry up Draken” “damn it Mikey don’t be too excited about it”. It was a normal day for you ready to go to the martial arts club when someone suddenly appeared in front of you “hey” “oh hell- I saw you yesterday! You’re the hot gu- I- I mean you were there” “I don’t have time so you have to come with me” he said coldly “excuse you? Hah where are you planning to take me?” “to meet the Toman’s president” “Toman?” “Our gang” “g-gang?” you said as you took a step backward “and why would I meet your president or whatever?”. Draken took a deep breath clearly pissed “well that’s an order so you better come with me now” “or what?” “You’re really begging for trouble, aren’t you?” ”first all, whatever your name is, I don’t take orders-” “my name is Draken” “Okay Draken! move aside or I’ll be late and that’s a big no no for me” you walked beside him but he grabbed your wrist “Don’t lie school is over” “I still go to school clubs..is that a problem?” you answered offensively trying to pull your hand from his strong grip. “I’ll be back tomorrow”, then left, without giving you the chance to answer.  You were so confused why the hell a gang member is at your door, why his leader wants to meet you. All of these questions rushed inside your head but now he’s gone so probably you’ll ask him tomorrow if he had the courage to comeback. *Time skip* “you’re here again?” “listen I’m not trying to force you or-“ “oh really ? Because it doesn’t seem like that at all!” you said crossing your arms “it’s just a suggestion” “and I said no! is it hard to get it in your brain?”  “I can’t give up, this mission is my responsibility” “why would I trust you?”you exclaimed approaching him “and why would we hurt you? You saved our member so we have no intention to harm you” “please Draken just give up I’m not joining you, I want to have a normal life” in less than a second you were pinned to the wall, you gasped and looked at the man towering you, he was so close to you making your heart skip a beat “listen if the situation was in my hands I would never recruit someone like you, but unfortunately it’s Mikey’s decision” he said in a cold tone his eyes fixated on you. You pushed his chest and yelled “the hell are you doing?” he just gave you a death glare and left “YOU’RE CRAZY DON’T COME HERE EVER AGAIN-is he ignoring me?…that bastard!” you ruffled your hair and get into your house. *In Mikey’s garage* “Ken-chin finally you’re here…did you convince her?” “that brat ah she’s so stubborn” he said punching the wall “I don’t know why you’re so interested in her Mikey” “ah? Isn’t that obvious? she’s a strong fighter we need her” “NO WE DON’T MIKEY…we have all of these men. Aren’t they enough?” “no..” said Mikey munching on his dorayaki.  Days passed and Draken is still trying, he’s so fed up with you and the whole situation. Like he can just throw you on his shoulder and take you with him but Mikey warned him to not scare you away. “DRAKEN YOU NEED TO GO NOW” “huh chifuyu what’s wong?” “They’ll go after her! They knew about her address and they’re planning to kidnap her” “WHAT?WHY?” “did you forget that she knocked out 3 of them?-wait she doesn’t know that they were gang members?” asked Baji “…no..” “Draken “go get her before they can reach her house” “Draken I’ll go with you” said Takemichi “no stay here I’ll handle it” said Draken rushing out to save you. *meanwhile* “he didn’t come today I think he finally gave up…that’s better” you thought to yourself walking in your neighborhood. You were ready to take the stairs to your apartment when you saw 3 motorcycles there and 3 guys waiting by the stairs “huh who are they?” you took a step forward but stopped when you realized that you actually know that uniform, you gasped “no way did they come here to fight me again…aah bullies” unexpectedly you said the last word a bit loud. All of them looked at you “oh shit” and you started running all the groceries fell on the ground  “GO AFTER HER” all of them are now chasing you, they were so fast “YOU CANT RUN AWAY FROM US”. You stopped looking behind you when a hand closed your mouth and pulled you into an alley. Your back bumped into someone’s chest, you struggled to break free but you couldn’t “shhh”. Then you saw the guys run to the other direction and you were safe “stop squirming” you recognized the voice so you bit his hand that was on your mouth “ahh what the fuck” What you are doing here?” “Is that how you thank me for helping you?” “Well I didn’t ask for you help I could have handled it myself” “listen I’m not in the mood to argue with you! We’ve been arguing for the past two weeks” “then leave” he took a deep breath and approached you “they’re not bullies!” “Huh what do you mean?” “They’re from a dangerous gang, they’re our rivals and they wanted to kidnap you because you caused injuries to their members last time..So you’re not safe..At least for now” your eyes widened did you just beat up gang members? “What did I get myself into” “exactly! We didn’t know that they’re after you but I guess that’s another reason to make you come with me…i-I’ll protect you” you looked down, the situation is bigger than you thought “ahh I never learn” you said as you hit your head on the wall “I’m *hit* so *hit* stupid” “hey hey stop you’re so weird you know” said Draken placing his hand on your forehead so you wouldn’t hurt your head “I need to go to my house first I need to  bring some things” “that means you’re coming right?” you shrugged and said “however I don’t need your protection, I’m able to do it” he rolled his eyes and followed you sneaking into your house so they can’t catch you. “Take this” “huh?” “Wear this for your safety” “who said that I wanna ride your motorcycle?” “Stop being stubborn for once ..can you?” “I rather walk than get on this with you” “okay you wanna act like this then?�� You ignored him and started walking but you felt two strong arms lift you up. “DRAKEN PUT ME DOWN NOW” you yelled trying to break from his arms but for nothing. He put you on the motorcycle and forced you to wear the helmet, you huffed in return, giving up, you couldn’t start an argument. He then started the ride, “is this your first time riding a motorcycle?” he asked “y-yes” “then put your arms around my waist or-“ “no I won’t” “listen idiot I’m just trying to get you safe to Mikey or else trust me I wouldn’t care” “so why you saved me from the bull- I mean from that gang?” , it was an awkward silence before he could answer, he didn’t expect a question like this “just for Mikey or else-“ “you wouldn’t care yeah!” you finished his sentence. You slowly circled your arms around his torso but you kept your distance from him, you didn’t push your body on his back and your arms were faintly wrapped around him. “Should I teach her a lesson” said Draken to himself and started the ride at full speed making you panic. You quickly tightened your grip around him and buried your head in his back  “slow down you brat aaaaah” you said shutting your eyes, he just smirked enjoying how scared you were. After like 15mins he stopped “here we are” you looked up and realized how close you were, you could feel his defined stomach..that feeling made you blush a bit and you quickly pulled away. You were a bit dizzy from the ride “you almost killed both of us” you said angrily trying to forget about how embarrassing the situation was “where’s the badass (y\n) or you’re being a coward now?” . You started walking with Draken, there were a lot people there when they saw both of you they started bowing. You walked behind Draken who was putting his hands in his pocket; the situation was so awkward you were stealing glances from all direction, holding your bag to your chest.”Ken-chin finally” said Mikey “you must be (y\n)” he added giving you his eye smile. You nodded and smiled a bit “c’mon lets show you the place and let you meet the other” he said excitedly guiding you. “oh Takemichi?” you muttered, finally recognizing someone, his body and face were full of wounds as usual “this man is really a punching bag” you thought to yourself. “so guys this is (y\n)..(y\n) this is Baji captain of first division and that’s Chifuyu the vice-captain…this handsome man over here is Mitsuya the 2nd division captain and this is the vice-captain Hakkai…the others are on a mission one of them is Pah-chin the 3rd division captain..you’ll meet them later” all of them approached you and started shaking your hand “Mikey told us how you saved Takemichi” said chifuyu “you’re so brave!!” added Baji. “They’re friendly not like Draken” you thought to yourself smiling to the boys in front of you then shifting your eyes to glare at Draken. “you must be good friends with Draken..” said Mitsuy. You and Draken looked at each other not sure how to react “trust me she’s the human version of headaches” said Draken “you little shit..no one forced you to come everyday to my house” then again you started bickering as usual. All of the boys were confused and looked at each other like what the hell is going on. Finally Mikey interrupted you “oh guys ehm well I hope you’ll be able to get along cuz you’ll spend more time together” “WHAT?” both of you yelled “yes*smile* Draken you’ll help her in training besides she’ll be with us” “Mikey no, put her in the 2nd divison, I’m sure Mitsuya will do better than me” “you have to work on your relationship as well” added Mikey. Both of you sighed in defeat there’s no way Mikey would change his mind and now you’re stuck together. Mikey wanted to test your fighting abilities again in order to make you stronger. Everyone was there all the captains and the vice-captains “hm what about you fight Ken-chin” said Mikey, not gonna lie you were terrified a bit, Draken is a strong guy and he easily pinned you to the wall several times but you couldn’t show it, you had to be confident especially in front of them, now you’re part of the gang and you have to prove it. You’ll do your best to try and defeat Draken at least throw a proper punch at his face. He walked in the center a cold look on his face…well you realized that it’s actually his natural expression. Your guards were up, your foot positioned to not lose balance “you think you can defeat me?” he said a cocky smile on his face “same question for you…Draken”. And fight, the combat began you successfully dodged his fists, this man didn’t hesitate he was so serious about it. All you did was to dodge his hits, you didn’t attack him, he was so fast, taller and bigger than you but you waited for the right moment. He grabbed your arm and twisted it behind your back while both of you were looking at each other; you frowned and used your knee to hit his stomach, “NICE” shouted Mikey and the others cheering on you. “You’re supposed to cheer on- urgh” said Draken only to receive a punch on his face, he was distracted and didn’t expect your attack.. his face was turned to the other side making him lose his balance, you seized the opportunity and jumped on him making him fall on the ground wrapping your legs around him trying to stop him from moving, in less than a minute he flipped you, your back hitting the hard ground making you growl in pain, and now he was on top of you, used on hand to pin yours on top of your head and the other softly wrapped around your neck, you struggled and kicked your legs everywhere but he was so heavy and slowly you felt your muscles become numb “you give up?”  “never” . The boys were impressed despite being pinned on the ground you did your best to fight him and to make him fall. “do you smell something?” said Baji “yeah..a lot of interesting things are about to happen between these two” added Mitsuya. For a moment you got lost in Draken’s eyes, remembering the feeling of his toned body. You shook your head trying to push those thought away “get off of me” you said headbutting him (when you hit someone’s face with your forehead) and quickly you stood up rushing to Mikey “you did well” said Chifuyu patting your head “you’re impressive, you proved yourself by fighting this big bear” said Baji pointing at Draken “tch” is the only thing you received from Drake.. was he mad because you made him fall? You shrugged and continued your chat with the boys without noticing him leave. Days passed and you grew closer to all of the boys especially Mitsuya, he was the one to keep you sane, your bickering with Draken became a daily routine and the others are now used to it, once you start arguing no one can stop you, not even Mikey. Mikey was hopeless but deep down he knows that you care for each other. Even if you don’t realize it, even if you fight everyday, the others can realize how protective Draken is, how he keeps his eyes on you when you’re paired up with someone else but he always deny it, instead he says that enjoys seeing you beaten up by someone else. You, you really thought Draken hates you, because he was forced to instruct and train you. At first you weren’t allowed to join them in fights they wanted to make sure you’re able to defend yourself without getting seriously injured. But after a lot of intense training that lasted for a month without forgetting the support you’ve received from all of them. Now you’re fully capable.  “(y\n) I have something for you” said Mikey holding a bag “what is it?” “as you know you’ll participate in the next mission that’s why you need a uniform right?” Mikey and Draken saw how you’re eyes lit up and how you held your hands together to your chest waiting for Mikey to show you the uniform. “Tada” you gasped when you saw it, it was similar to theirs but a bit girlish. “C’mon put it on ..We’ll wait you out there” you grabbed the uniform quickly changing into it. It hugged your body perfectly, you lifted your hair up in a ponytail and put on your fav boots and headed out to join the others. The moment you stepped out all the eyes fell on your figure. You smiled in satisfaction “wow” said Mitsuya “you look so gorgeous” he added taking your hand spinning you. All of them made comments on how beautiful and how the uniform suited you perfectly. But Draken kept his distance looking at you without making any comment; he didn’t even tease you as usual or insult you. You looked at him and your eyes met, you were about to say something but he turned his back and left. You felt your heart ache a bit, why would he do that? You didn’t do anything wrong to him to earn his hate. Your expressions changed and looked down. Everyone else noticed how upset you were but only a few knew that it was because of Draken. You excused yourself and followed Draken. “Draken” you yelled searching for him, he vanished. You got enough of his behavior and attitude towards you. You wanted to make everything clear and talk it out with him. You were busy searching…everywhere. “Oh look who’s here” but before you can turn around you got hit on the back of your head making you fall down unconscious.*Time skip* “hey hey wake up” said someone slapping your face. Your vision was a bit blurry becoming clear slowly. Your head was spinning. You tried to stand up but you couldn’t as your hands and legs were tied to a chair. “Remember me beautiful?” “You asshole” you said trying to get rid of your dizziness. “We will keep you here and tomorrow you’ll go with us to the big fight I’m sure your friends want to see you”. *Meanwhile* “do you think they’re alright?” “maybe they’re arguing again” “Draken can be an asshole sometimes”.. the boys were busy talking about you both when Draken arrived “did someone mention my name?” “ken-chin finally you’re here, you spent a long time out with (y\n)! did you make sure to walk her home?” “(y\n)?” he said clearly confused “b-but we weren’t together” everyone panicked, their eyes widened “s-she went after you when you left” “it was your fault in the first place” said Mitsuya eyes burning with anger, he grabbed Draken by his collar pushing him to the wall “you made her upset, whenever she tries to talk with you, you push her away” “WHAT THE FUCK MITSUYA, OUR RELATIONSHIP IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS” “she’s my best friend so it is MY BUSINESS” “best friend you say huh? Because it doesn’t seem like that…both of you look like lovers so stop hiding behind your ‘bestfriend’ thing” “you’re really an asshole Draken” both of them started fighting throwing punches and insults at each other’s faces, everyone struggled to pull them away from each other “STOP BOTH OF YOU” shouted Takemichi “how can you both be so careless about (y\n), do you really care about her?” said Mikey angrily “we don’t know anything about her, she may be caught by that bastard and you’re here fighting over you stupid feelings” exclaimed Baji, both of them looked down realizing their mistakes “instead of running away Draken, you could have talked to her and stop hiding your feelings” said Pah-chin  “what feelings” he said looking up, eyes wide and heart racing in his chest, does he really have feelings for you. Questions burned in his throat but he’s the one who have answer he just gotta look deep down…in his heart. “We don’t have time for that we have to go and look for her now”. Everyone rushed ready to get on their motorcycles when someone called Mikey. *On the phone* “Mikey I bet you’re worried as hell now” “you motherfucker where did you take her?” “calm down she’s safe..well for now at leas-“ Draken rushed to Mikey and snatched the phone “if you dare to lay a finger on her I’ll chop your hands off” “oh it’s you vice-president..your little girl is with us..she just needs some punishment for what she’s done to our fighters” “don’t you dare..I’ll end your life” “little girl was looking for you everywhere screaming your name…easy to catch, too distracted that we caught her easily” “I’ll find you and I’ll kill you” “no need to find me, we’ll be at the big fight tomorrow and she’ll come along” then he hung up. Draken’s hands were shaking with anger..his heart almost reaching his throat. “Ken-chin! What did he say?” he was just looking down, thinking about you about the possibility of you getting hurt and it was because of him..Because he was a coward running away from you..running away from his feelings. At that moment he realized how much you’re important to him and how he’s willing to do whatever it takes to keep you safe..was it love?..he realized how his heart skips a bit whenever he sees your face..how he feels like punching something when he sees you with Mitsuya. Was it a coincidence? “no” he said to himself..it was love. “Draken for god’s sake focus” he snapped out of his thoughts, veins popping in his face and neck “he said that he’ll bring her tomorrow to our big fight” Mitsuya approached Draken and said putting his hand on his shoulder “you’re the only one who knows very very well that (y\n) is so strong, she doesn’t give up easily no matter what..stay strong for her” “if something happens to her I’ll never forgive myself”..that’s the first time everyone get to see Draken sad like that..he’s usually strong, never showing his weak side to the point that everyone doubts if he actually has a weakness “we can’t leave her there” said Chifuyu out of the blue “we can’t wait till the morning” “fuck of course we can’t” all the boys gathered setting a plan then all of them rushed to their motorcycles, Mikey gave Draken a comforting smile, squeezing his hand softly “everything will be okay..stay strong ..for her..she needs you the most”. *Meanwhile* “That vice-president was extremely worried about you..haha love birds” “should we touch what’s his this time?” “l-love?...don’t you dare touch me I’LL KILL YOU” you yelled your lungs out. That man approached you slowly his hand grabbing your neck and his nose nuzzled in your ear whispering “shh stay still  beautiful we still have a long night ahead” “you fucker you’ll pay for this” he lips now were on your neck sucking on your soft skin…tears streamed down your cheeks “ stop yelling, instead let me hear you moan”. That guy wasn’t planning to do something serious to you he just wanted to give you a hickey for Draken to see, he wanted nothing than to make him suffer. Draken was able to take him down in almost every fight and now he can take his revenge by marking his girl. His lips then moved to your face but you were able to hit him with your forehead..he put his hand on his nose and slapped you. It was the moment Toman arrived..the fight reserved for tomorrow started earlier than it was expected “oh shit” said that guy  “how did they find us…come here we need to hide you” you started screaming and bit his hand when he tried to cover your mouth. “leave her alone” said Draken entering the room “ I said leave . her . alone “ gritting his teeth, the guy pushed you making you fall and run towards Draken thinking he stands a chance against him. Draken punched the guy but unexpectedly two others appeared from behind and grabbed Draken’s hands “DRAKEN BE CAREFUL” you yelled “let go of him” “(y\n) are you insane, we came here to save you just go, leave this place” “no Draken please..” you said failing to hold you tears, your nose was bleeding. Draken was unable to move his hand in their strong grip  and the other guy held a stick ready to him but you ran and threw yourself in front of Draken receiving the hit. You fell in Draken’s chest, your forehead bleeding you looked up at him and smiled your eyes slowly closing. The Toman joined you there and beat the shit out of the others. “(y\n) wake up please..please” said Draken brushing his shaking fingers against your cheeks a tear fell on his face “let’s take her to the hospital” said Mitsuya..all of them were worried about you. “what’s that is that a-“ Draken’s eyes widened when he saw the hickey, he put you down gently and went to that guy, he was already on the ground, he passed out from all the punches “you dare to touch her and put your filthy lips on her…I swear I’ll smash your face” everyone pulled him away before he could kill him, he probably succeeded in breaking his nose. “guys (y\n)! she’s moving” yelled Chifuyu to be joined by the others “slowly..help her sit” “ahh m-my head” you said holding your head “i-it h-hurts” their eyes softened at your sight. They brought you water and Mikey gave you something sweet to eat so you can gain your energy, luckily he moves around with snacks in his pocket. Baji wiped your blood and tied your hair so you can breathe comfortably. Now you’re fully awake munching on the dorayaki, sitting on the ground “do you feel better?” you hummed in response “did he do something to you, did he touch you?”asked Draken, you shook your head “he tried to kiss my lips but it hit him” his fists are now clenching and kicked the chair making you flinch “damn Draken calm down, she’s safe now” everyone excused themselves to give you privacy so you and Draken can talk. There you were, looking at each other awkwardly “You joining our gang was the biggest mistake that Mikey has ever done” “really Draken? After all of this you’re insisting on insulting me huh? You didn’t get enough of hurting my feelings don’t you?” now your eyes watering, tears threatening to fall again but you aggressively blinked them away. “look at you beaten up and you’re not expecting me to worry about you? That fucker tried to kiss you or maybe even fuck you” “but he didn’t and I’m safe now” “why did you throw yourself like that, why did you receive the hit?” “is this how you thank someone for helping you..tch” “I’m supposed to keep you safe it’s not your job to help me” “and you’re not my bodyguard Draken I’m part of Toman now I believe I fought till the end-“ “you can’t get hurt” “why? Does it matter to you? You hurt my feelings on a daily basis, did you consider that? Ofc not” “I WAS SO FUCKING WORRIED” “WHY DRAKEN WHY WOULD YOU BE WORRIED ABOUT SOMEONE YOU HATE?” “I FUCKING LOVE YOU (y\n)” both of you stopped in tracks, you looked at him in shock, did he just confess his feelings? You thought he hated you “w-what ? D-draken ?” he looked away “yes i-I do” “you idiot all this time I thought you hated me” you said grabbing his collar and gently punching his chest “I felt hopeless and now you didn’t even confess properly…aggressive as always tch” “you’re unbelievable I told you that I love you what I am supposed to do get on one knee?” “save that to the proposal.. you’re really a dumb  who acts smart” “p-proposal?” “hey calm down I’m just kidding, gosh “ “no no I promise I’ll propose to you one day” you smiled at his sudden softness “oh you’re being soft now” you teased “you’re really getting on my nerves now…just shut up” “make me” you said smirking…man that drove him crazy he approached you, held your little face in his big hand and planted a kiss on your lips, you growled a bit and then pulled away “what you didn’t like the ki-“ “ no no it’s just I have a cut on my lip so kissing hurts a bit” you said blushing “oh okay I’m sorry” “I didn’t say you can’t kiss me tho” you ended your sentence by pulling him to you, kissing his lips hungrily, you wrapped your arms around his neck, he lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his torso his arms holding your hips, his lips moved to your neck kissing each part of it and sucking at your skin “you . belong . to . me”, you pulled away trying to catch your breath, your head fell on his shoulder, you hugged him tight and whispered a soft ” I love you too Draken”. He then put you on your feet and walked you to his motorcycle, everyone was waiting for you “guys we heard everything” joked Baji “yeah guys you were really really loud” everyone laughed and you were a blushing mess “ I can’t believe it..that’s what you call a (y\n) effect, Draken you’re really blushing”. After that you went back to Mikey’s house , you told your family that you’ll spend the night with Emma. *At Mikey’s house* “ take off your shirt” said Draken holding the aid kit “why is it bothering you that much?” you teased “just take it off right now” “no why would I do it…em I’m not ready yet” “huh? Isn’t obvious? I have to check your wounds” “oh is that so” you gasped dramatically. “Eventually I’ll see you naked so no need to be shy now”. You slowly took off your shirt but you still have your sports top on. He gently massaged your shoulder and your back and treated each wound carefully, he left soft kisses on the back of your neck. “c’mon lay on bed now, take those pills they’re helpful for your headache” he kissed your temple and held his jacket ready to leave but you stopped him  “can you stay here for tonight?” “really?” “yeah ask Mikey if it’s okay to stay over” “..that’s my second house so I don’t need his permission..move to the side a bit” you did as he said then he laid next to you, he pulled the covers up and put his arms on your waist spooning you. Your bodies pressed to each other. Feeling each part of you. He kissed your head and whispered a “sleep tight my little fighter”. Both of fell asleep quickly, after an exhausting evening. Sleeping soundly in each other’s embrace. “shh they’re sleeping” “they’re so cute together” said the boys and Emma as they entered the room, they didn’t expect to see Draken cuddling next to you but it was a cute view the big strong bear being soft and cuddly for the first time. Mitsuya was so happy for both of you, he really considered you as his best friend more like a sister. All of them were extremely happy, finally Draken found his soulmate. All of them are ready to fight for both of you and to protect you and your relationship no matter what. “ah I’m jealous now Draken will be so protective over her, we won’t be able to spend much time with her” Said Takemichi pouting “Nah guys don’t worry (y\n) will always remain Toman’s little fighter.” Said Mikey proudly. All of them spent the night there they even fell asleep in the same room, so when you wake up in the morning don’t freak out when you see all of them sleeping  peacefully.

[literallydontlook]

The Unexpected

You’re just not that interested in dating military men, nor have you ever been with an alien lover. But a chance Ascension Week encounter awakens something you didn’t know was inside. Chapter 1 of 4.

Pairing: Thrawn x f!reader

Rating: 18+

TW/CW: none (or if I’m missing something, please let me know!)

Tags: sexual tension, romance, slow burn, civilian reader, sexual fantasy, m@sturbation

Word count: 3k+

A/N: I definitely don’t consider myself a writer, but it was nice doing something creative that was so ~*self-indulgent*~. Literally just for me! This story tries to take place in universe, before Thrawn achieves the rank of Grand Admiral. No idea how long Eli and Thrawn spend on Coruscant in between missions, but it’s my fantasy and I make the rules. I started off intending to write nasty smut but ended up writing a slow burn romance lol. This is for all 12 of us who are deeply in love with Thrawn but also can’t imagine themselves serving on the Chimaera.

Part 2 ->

Chapter 1 - The Trap

There was a brief pause as you considered his invitation. You hadn’t had a night out in weeks - and it would be an opportunity to eat expensive food while rubbing elbows with prospective clients. It’d be foolish to pass on one of Ascension week’s most anticipated events.

You looked up from the studio’s washing station where you were rinsing paint brushes and scrubbing the pigment from your hands, “Sure - that sounds fun.”

Ban Pollalarm flashed you a smile as he came around to admire your work - or rather his own likeness - on the easel, “I’m honored.” You knew he’d probably never been turned down in his life and internally rolled your eyes at his feigned gratitude. He was clearly using you.

“Send me your address and I’ll pick you up,” He said distractedly. There was some silence as you put away your supplies, hopelessly trying to tidy the cluttered studio so you could go home.

“I look quite heroic, no?” he marveled, pleased with the portrait beginning to take shape. Ban was no different than the last 3 TIE pilots you’d painted: conventionally handsome, self-centered, and arrogant.

“Well I’m glad you’re happy with the progress,” you said diplomatically as you dried your hands. You made towards the door, hoping he’d understand the signal meaning his session was over, “I’ll see you tomorrow night then?”

He broke out of his trance, “Ah yes - tomorrow. See you then.” He touched your arm and flashed another smile as he said his goodbye, a move you were sure was meant to make you swoon. You smiled coyly at him, playing your part before shutting the door.

Now what the hell am I going to wear?

—

Dajmita was already preening herself in your shared refresher, fastening crystal studded cuffs to her lekku when you returned home.

“Wow you look kriffing great - like some perv’s Twi’lek fantasy. Is that what you’re wearing to the gala? I’m gonna look like bantha shit next to you.”

“Okay - first of all -“ Dajmita began, “Thank you. I’m hoping this dress will get me a one night stay on the surface if you catch my drift.” Your roommate had a steady rotation of men she liked to sample and she was always looking for new … experiences. “Secondly - does that mean you’re going too?”  she realized in excitement.

“Yeah - one of my clients asked me to come as his date -“

“OOOOooOOOOh! Which one?”

“Ugh Ban Pollalarm - don’t get any ideas. I’m only there to eat free food and network. Plus he’s definitely using me. Remember Endel?“ you asked, kicking off your shoes.

“The one who asked you to be exclusive and you said no?”

“Yeah. Well Ban knows all about that and I’m sure he just wants to one-up him. They’re old academy rivals or something,” You said over your shoulder as you make your way to your room. Dajmita was still in the ‘fresher, adjusting the front of her low-cut dress to accentuate her cleavage when she asked, “What was wrong with Endel? He was really cute. And his family is kriffing rich.”

“You know how I feel about military guys. They just don’t do it for me,” you called from your room. It’d been a long time since you’d looked in this part of your closet  but you hoped to find some forgotten treasure. Just as you began to get discouraged, you recognized a clump of fabric in a dark corner. It must have fallen off of the hanger.

“Aha!” It was wrinkly but you felt triumphant, holding the gown up as you emerged from your room. You rummaged through the hallway closet for a steamer, forgotten miscellanies raining down from the top shelf in a cacophony of crashing sounds as you pawed above your eye line.

“You know, for such a petite woman - you make an awful lot of noise,” Dajmita chided as she made her way towards you, picking up your mess and replacing the objects on the top shelf. “I see you found something to wear.”

“I can’t see up there - sorry I’m not a statuesque goddess such as yourself,” You say with feigned deference. “Speaking of which, is your model friend Zurla coming too?” you asked hopefully, turning on the steamer.

“Yes! We’re all going to this exclusive pre-gala dinner party...” she trailed off realizing you wouldn’t be able to come with her group. “Sorry - my date had to call in a lot of favors to get these invites and I didn’t think you were going.”

You’re disappointed that you’d have to arrive with Ban alone, but you weren’t offended. “No worries - I’ll see you at the gala and we can hang out there. I know you don’t want to miss my terrible drunk dancing.”

Dajmita snorted, “Absolutely not.”

—

You had only been to the Alisandre Hotel a few times to meet with potential clients. You’d always admired its architecture, but tonight it was an especially glorious vision. Its grand facade was lit by spotlights shining upwards against its columns, highlighting the Imperial banners draped from above. A who’s-who of Coruscanti elite ascended the stairs in elegant gowns and ceremonial garb representing the diversity of planets across the Empire. The most famous attendees were followed closely by the press corp, who were vying to snap glamorous holos for their publications.

Inside, an alien band played swanky music as guests milled about, sampling delicacies passed by waitdroids, sipping fine wines and alcohols. It was glamorous.

“What do you want to drink?” Ban asked distractedly, scanning the grand room (for Endel you guessed). He had opted to wear his dress uniform which you originally thought to be a status play, but judging by the other uniforms dotted throughout the room, it seemed to be an appropriate choice for military attendees.

“An Alderaanian wine would be great,” you selected something you hoped would be difficult to find. Ban nodded, barely acknowledging your request as he left your side. You scanned the room for any sign of Dajmita and her group. There weren’t a lot of non-humans at these elite events, so you thought it shouldn’t be hard to spot her. Your eyes darted methodically from person to person until you spotted someone unexpected.

—

Eli Vanto had been dreading the Imperial Gala for days. He certainly didn’t feel welcome among the elite, Core World guests, who somehow knew he was below their station - a Wild Space yokel. His alien companion certainly didn’t elevate his status.

Thrawn. It’s not that Eli resented him for dragging him here...Well maybe there was some resentment. He was a political idiot, so he wasn’t even sure what Thrwan was hoping to get out of the experience.

“Eli Vanto?” Startled, Eli whipped around to see you, his eyes widening in recognition, “[Y/N]?”

“Oh my god what are you doing here?” you embraced him, a decidedly out-of-place gesture amongst the polite company.

“I was just about to ask the same thing -“ he stopped, realizing his manners. “Ah, [Y/N], this is Admiral Thrawn. I’m ah - his translator?” He wasn’t sure how to explain.

For the first time, you noticed Eli’s companion and you’re taken aback by his striking features. Your heart began to beat a little faster and you felt heat rising to your cheeks as you realized how attracted you were to him. His facial ridges and blue skin immediately marked him as alien, which was what surprised you the most - you had never been with a non-human before. And what’s more - his uniform marked him as serviceman of the Imperial Navy. Why were you so drawn to him?

Eli, misreading your awkward silence quickly added, “He’s Chiss ... if you hadn’t figured that out already. Turns out they’re real.”

“Oh!” you snapped back to reality - you were too distracted and had not made the connection. Thrawn raised an eyebrow, “I take it you’ve also heard Lieutenant Commander Vanto’s stories of my people?”

“Eli’s stories?” you asked incredulously, but you were cut off.

“There you are!” Ban approached, handing you a drink. “It took forever to find a droid carrying Alderaanian wine and when I came back you were gone.” He suddenly noticed Thrawn and Eli, “Who are these guys?”

You opened your mouth to speak but before you could make the introductions, Ban finally spotted Endel behind the duo and called out to him. You looked back at Eli apologetically and mouthed “I’ll be back” as you’re pulled away.

I kriffing knew it. Ban had managed to snake his arm around your waist just in time to greet his friend. You gave Endel a polite smile, “It’s nice to see you again.” He was clearly caught off guard by your presence, “It’s good to see you too.” He gave you once-over, “You look...stunning,” he managed to stammer out.

Ban could barely hide his satisfaction. He feigned surprise, “Oh I didn’t realize you two knew each other.” It took all you had not to roll your eyes. Where the hell is Dajmita?

—

“I’m pleased you’ve begun to relax, Lieutenant Commander. I was under the impression people from your home planet, Lysatra, were a rarity in Coruscant.” Eli shot Thrawn a look. “How did you know she was from Lysatra?” Eli knew he shouldn’t be surprised by Thrawn’s observational skill by now, but he still appreciated being coached through the logic.

“You said yourself that you believed to have no personal connections on Coruscant. Your demonstrated familiarity with a civilian could only mean your relationship was formed on Lysatra. My suspicions were confirmed when she rejected my supposition that you were the originator of Chiss legend.“

“That’s a pretty big conclusion you’ve jumped to. You’re right, but she could have been from any other Wild Space world,” Eli pointed out.

“Are you close to anyone from other Wild Space worlds?” Thrawn countered.

“...No. Fine I see your point,” Eli resigned. “Well I’m glad she’s here. I didn’t expect to know anyone at this party.”

Thrawn watched you from across the ballroom. He noticed the rust color of your gown complemented your tan skin, its bias cut loosely hugging your petite frame and accentuating your rear. He could see your date’s hand on the small of your back, your body rigid. “I take it you aren’t acquainted with her...companion,” He asked, turning back to Eli.

“No, but he seems like a real jerk. I can’t imagine what she’s doing with him.”

Thrawn turned his attention back to you. He watched as you flagged down another group of three: a green skinned Twi’lek woman, a man, and a tall slender blonde with an ample bust.

“And what was your relationship with her?”

Eli blushed, “Well she used to babysit me sometimes when our parents would go out. I - I had a small crush on her when I was 9...”

“But that’s all.” he added quickly.

“I see.” Thrawn’s attention was still focused over Eli’s shoulder. He watched the blonde and your date leave together while you were in the refresher. “Interesting,” he said, “I believe your friend will be returning to us shortly.”

—

From the second floor balcony, you could see Ban leading Zurla to a more intimate area of the ballroom. Dajmita had already made her way to the dance floor, doing her best to seduce her date. Finally - you’re free to do what you wanted.

You easily found Eli again and made your way towards him, awkwardly juggling three glasses. “You two need to loosen up!” You handed each of them a drink.

“You’re not angry,” Thrawn observed, taking the wine from your hand.

“Angry?” you were confused.

“I observed your date leaving with another woman,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Oh! I planned that,” you take a sip of the rich blue liquid, “I’m really here to eat free food and find new clients. Zurla is my roommate’s friend and she’s exactly his type. I figured he was gross enough to ditch me when he met her. I made sure she’d be here.”

Thrawn seemed impressed. At least, that’s what you thought from the small change of his expression. “Clients?” he asked.

“I’m a portrait artist. These - “ you gestured at the crowd around you, “are the types of people who can afford my services.”

Thrawn’s red eyes widened slightly with interest. You found yourself surprised to be secretly pleased with his his approval. “Are your works on display? I’d be interested in studying them...with your guidance.” Did he add that suggestively? you wondered, your heart beginning to race. Or was it just wishful thinking? You did your best to remain calm.

“Most of my professional works are hung in private homes, but you’re welcome to view my personal projects at my studio after hours. Will you still be on Coruscant tomorrow?” You thought about it briefly, feeling your sex begin to throb as you wondered if he’d maintain his reserved dignity while penetrating you. It’d been awhile since your last sexual encounter. Just go for it. Who cares that he’s in the Imperial Navy? This is your opportunity for some non-committal fun. You gather your courage.

Smiling coyly, you added, “...I’d also be happy to take you there tonight if you’d like. I’m sure you’ll be busy at tomorrow evening’s celebrations.” You hoped you were being obvious enough. Eli shifted uncomfortably realizing you had forgotten his presence.

Thrawn considered your invitation, noticing the gentle outline of your hardening nipples through the thin crepe fabric of your dress. He had actively avoided temptations of the flesh and of the heart in pursuit of his larger military goals, however he was finding it difficult denying his physical needs tonight. After all, he wanted an opportunity to study the current art on Coruscant, he reasoned with himself, knowing all too well this was only a feeble excuse. And perhaps he misunderstood your intentions. He admitted he still knew very little of human customs outside of military situations. Against his better judgement, he agreed to accompany you.

Eli cleared his throat softly. Thrawn turned to acknowledge him, his stoicism did not betray his sinful thoughts. “Lieutenant Commander Vanto, would you care to join us?” You frowned slightly.

Eli, knowing better than to cock-block the admiral, excused himself for the evening. “I’m actually really tired,” he yawned. “I’m going back to my quarters to get a good night’s sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You shot him a look of gratitude, “Well it was really good seeing you again, Eli. Let’s catch up soon. Lunch tomorrow?” Eli relaxed, remembering he was glad to have a friend on Coruscant. “Yeah. Can you transmit the time and location to me?”

“Will do. Good night.”

—

The studio lights flickered on as you let yourself in, Thrawn following close behind. He marveled at the canvases of works-in-progress lining the perimeter of the walls.

“Those are portrait commissions,” you called over your shoulder as you opened and closed wide, shallow drawers in search of other work. “I’ll dig up some personal stuff.”

Thrawn examined the portraits, all in various stages of completion. You selected a few pieces from the drawers and laid them out on your large work table. Realizing his focus on your unfinished work was still unbroken, you joined him at the northern wall.

“Very interesting,” he mumbled, his hand resting on his chin in thought.

You break the silence, “It’s not often I meet members of the military who are interested in art.”

“It’s a shame…The Empire would benefit greatly if our military leaders could see the connection between art and war,” he mused, eyes still transfixed on the canvas before him.

“I suppose it only makes sense to explore all facets of an opponent’s culture in order to understand their tactics,” you responded off-handedly.

Thrawn’s eyes softened as he turned to you, surprised at your understanding. “Yes...exactly,” He breathed. You returned his gaze, but your expression was incredulous, “So you study art in order to defeat your enemies?” He nodded and you frowned. “I can’t say I love that usage...I’m somewhat of a pacifist,” you admitted reluctantly.

He turned back toward the painting, “War is an inevitability. There are great evils just beyond the reach of this Empire. By studying even a limited selection of a culture’s art, I am able to determine the most effective tactics and minimize...unnecessary death.”

“I’m not so sure you can fully draw reliable conclusions from a culture’s art without understanding the context of their history and of the artist’s own political positions,” you countered. You did not expect this evening to include debate and thoughtful discussion. This topic was intriguing, but perhaps there would be another time to delve into such conversations when your sex wasn’t throbbing.

Changing the subject, you offered to look at the pieces you’ve laid out on the table, “Would you like to see my other work?”

“Yes. I suppose that would be an effective use of our time,” he agreed. One of the straps from your gown slipped from your shoulder and he reached out gently to reposition it, accidentally brushing his hand against your skin. You gasped involuntarily and glanced sideways at him. He looked away, busying himself with your art.

“I also have holos of some bigger pieces,” you offered, switching on the device to display the paintings.

He didn’t speak for some time as you let him peruse your catalogue. Thrawn saw a lock of hair fall out of place, framing your face. Out of the side of his eye he was able to appreciate the fullness of your lips and the soft slopes of your décolletage, the neckline of your gown plunging perilously low in between your shallow breasts. His mind began to wonder about how soft the skin of your inner thighs must be... He flicked his attention back to the holos just as you turned to look at his face. You could see his jaw clenched tightly in concentration. He flipped thoughtfully through a few more pieces.

Finally he stopped, “How big is this one? Is it for sale?” Your mouth opened wordlessly, more than a little surprised. You certainly didn’t expect to sell any art tonight.

“Ah- uhm - yes. It’s 1.5 by 2 meters - You really don’t have to.”

“My desire for your work is not born out of pity, if that is your concern,” he said, reading your mind. “I did not bring credits with me today but I can pay when you come to install it.”

“Um..yes. O-ok,” You managed. He turned off the holo, suddenly eager to leave. “I will transmit delivery instructions to you tomorrow,” he said, making his way toward the door, “Good night.”

He left and you stood, dumbstruck in the middle of your studio.

—

Outwardly, Thrawn appeared in full control of himself, his steps moving at a rhythm only slightly faster than his usual pace. Internally, his characteristically organized mind was in chaos.

He knew he shouldn’t have come with you. It was foolish to test his resolve, his commitment to abstinence - to his ambitions. Yet he was almost unable to wait for his apartment front door to shut before desperately undoing his pants, freeing his engorged cock already wet with precum.

He closed his eyes and bit back a moan as he pumped his member, remembering your gown’s strap slipping from your shoulder. Your name stammered from his lips as he desperately wished he had ripped it from your body instead of returning it to its proper place. In his mind’s eye, he saw you bent over the table with your skirt bunched up over your ass, begging to be dominated. And he imagined the tightness of your cunt as he forced his sex into your entry, this final image taking hold of his entire body as he seized pleasurably, spilling his seed, allowing himself to fall forward, a pathetic crumpled mess of limbs and semen.

Part 2 ->

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A/N - Well if you made it this far - thank you! This is my first time writing anything resembling smut, so hopefully that wasn’t too cringey. The whole draft is finished so...I’ll definitely post the whole thing pretty quickly. 

[rotworld]

3: Salamander

The apprentices of Magister Hezethril seem to be dying of horrific accidents with suspicious frequency.

->contains gore, murder, non-consensual touching, yandere, threats, and extreme power imbalance (basically teacher/student).

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There’s a commotion in the hallway. A crowd of apprentices, swarming together in a sea of black cloaks, have gathered in the open doorway of the alchemy laboratory. But there’s no excitement among them, no jovial anticipation. They’re whispering and weeping, clinging to one another anxiously. Your heart skips a beat. It can’t be. Not again. You push your way through the crowd, refusing to believe it until you see it with your own eyes, ignoring the voices all around you.

“...looks like Bianca…”

“...the third this week…”

“...couldn’t have done this to herself…”

“Excuse me,” you mutter, shouldering past a pair of gawking boys. You’re hardly a step into the room when the stench hits you, sharp and unnatural, rust and ozone. Something pale green and foul-smelling is spilled across the stone floor, dripping from an upended cauldron, but what’s worse is the blood. You can follow a trail of pain and slow suffering; a bloody handprint on the glass case in the back of the room. A smear across the table. A spattered drag across the floor, all the way to the lifeless body of an apprentice, her hands frozen in rigor mortis claws in front of her face. Her mouth is still open in a silent scream.

“What in the seven hells is going on in here?” 

The words crack like a whip through the tense air, cold and razor sharp. The crowd parts silently, allowing Magister Hezethril into the laboratory. You make way for him, scrambling out of his path. The Magister is imposing in his long red robes, towering above the apprentices and pushing them aside with webbed hands. His bronze skin turns ink black halfway down his extremities, his nails lacquered with gold. He sweeps forward wordlessly, tendrils of long black hair waving in his wake. His frightening eyes, spots of gold in black sclera, fall upon the dead apprentice. He scowls in distaste. “Who was in the room when this happened?” he asks.

A trembling apprentice steps forward, a young man with blood on his hands. “I was,” he says hoarsely. “I came in to use the lab. Bianca was already here, working on something. She dropped something into the cauldron, I didn’t see what. But all of the sudden, she was gasping and convulsing. She started,” he swallows hard, his hands trembling, “scratching. At her own throat. I tried to stop her, but she fought me. She just kept scratching. There was this awful, wet noise, and then she…” One of the other apprentices puts an arm around him as he begins to sob.

“I see,” Magister Hezethril says. He turns on his heel and walks away. “Clean this up,” he orders, leaving shaken apprentices in his wake. Some scatter, eager to be far away from the gruesome mess, but you stay with a handful of others. The young man who saw Bianca die sits, unresponsive, against the wall. He’s going to need all the help he can get. Several apprentices cover Bianca with a white sheet and take the body away. You and a few of your peers begin scrubbing blood from the floor. You wince at the fleshy chunks of tissue among the mess.

Luca finds something in the bottom of the cauldron that makes him wrinkle his nose. “She was poisoned,” he mutters. “This brew was extremely toxic. No one in their right mind would have brewed it, but there’s some kind of residue in the bottom. I think she was sabotaged.” He pinches a fine, ashy dust between his fingers. You can’t recognize it anymore, singed as it is, but you believe him. The smell in the room leaves a distinct burning sensation in your throat.

Beside you, Sheila squeaks, “Sabotage?” She’s had to leave the room twice to vomit, and she looks like she might need to again.

“It’s not unheard of,” Phoebe says, shrugging. She wipes Bianca’s bloodied handprints from the cabinets. “Lots of mage apprentices die under suspicious circumstances. It’s new apprentices, usually. Young, impulsive, trying to compete. They just want to get ahead.”

“I don’t want to think about it,” Sheila insists. “What’s there to compete over, anyway? The Magister hates all of us.” 

That gets a bitter chuckle from everyone in the room. Working together, you get the laboratory cleaned up in no time, every trace of blood and poison mopped up and disposed of. It leaves an empty feeling within you. It feels like you do this more and more often lately, erasing all traces of your fellow apprentices. Memorial services, if there are any, happen in the distant hamlets and villages where the apprentices came from. Life in the Magister’s tower goes on uninterrupted and you’re expected to behave as though the sudden holes opened up at certain desks and in certain dormitories simply do not exist. 

The others are thinking about it now. You can feel that heaviness in the air even with the body gone and all traces of death washed away. Accidents happen anywhere you gather inexperienced mages, but not nearly this many, not so close together. There’s a field south of the tower full of fresh graves and wooden crosses. “Why isn’t the Magister doing anything?” Sheila whimpers. “Is this what he wants? Are we all supposed to kill each other until only one of us is left?”

“Of course not,” you insist. You give her the water pail you were going to use to rinse your hands, letting her take it first. She sniffles as she scrubs Bianca from beneath her nails. “The Magister must know something’s happening. Maybe he’s just being careful. He doesn’t want to say anything until he’s certain he knows who’s responsible.”

“Are you kidding? Magisters get off on things like this,” Phoebe says, rolling her eyes. “It’s a power trip for them. You saw how he looked at Bianca, right? Like she was an insect. He only cares about his favorites. Bet you get extra credit for offing somebody.” 

“That’s awful,” you tell her. 

She shrugs. “That’s life.” 

“I assume you’re done in here if you have time to gossip.” 

The Magister’s voice is like ice down your back. Sheila practically sprints from the room. Phoebe sheepishly greets him and keeps her head down as she leaves. Luca eyes the Magister suspiciously but passes without a word. “Magister,” you address him, bowing your head. He holds out his arm when you try to step past him. 

“Just a moment, apprentice,” he says. You’ve heard him speak to your peers, reducing them to tears with nothing but his hard gaze alone. But when he looks at you, his strange gaze softens with affection. He says “apprentice” as though it’s a term of endearment. You shift uneasily, peering into the hallway behind him in search of your friends, but they’re long gone. A sinking feeling overtakes you when he bumps the laboratory door with his elbow, shutting it behind him. “I won’t keep you long,” he assures you. “Solstice preparations will begin soon. Could I persuade you to assist me?”

Could I persuade you, he says. A phrase unheard of, coming from the mouth of an elder mage. They don’t ask favors. They don’t plead or beg. They give orders, and apprentices jump to follow them. Magister Hezethril is no different, but for you, he will dress up the truth in pretty language, will say it sweetly so it scares you less. But you know better. You hear the threat unspoken. His hand hooks beneath your chin, demanding eye contact. The webbing between his fingers is soft and damp, slick against your skin. “Yes, Magister,” you say quietly. “I would be happy to assist you.”

The Magister’s smiles are uncomfortable, too wide and hungry, too inhuman. “Excellent,” he says. “See to it that your schedule is open, I’ll need you the next few evenings for preliminary research.”

“Of course,” you say. “But, ah, I will need tomorrow evening to myself.”

“Oh?” the Magister says, sounding so unconcerned and casual that you almost slip up, forget who you’re talking to. “And why is that?” You try, subtly, to slip out of his grasp. A mistake, you realize too late, Magister Hezethril’s pupils narrow into slits and he corners you against the back cabinets, slamming his hand against the wooden panels beside your head. You hear the cabinet door splinter, feel it shaking and collapsing inward. You hold your breath. The Magister bends slightly from his great height, his gaze piercing and heated. “Where are you going, apprentice?” he hisses. “Why the rush? Are you hiding something from me?” 

“I’m not, I swear I’m not,” you insist, too weak and hesitant to convince him. You can never lie to him. He always drags the truth out, one way or another. “I just...I promised one of the others that I’d tutor them in incantation.”

The Magister makes a frightening, inhuman sound, somewhere between a hiss and a growl, flashing fangs and a black, forked tongue. “This again?” he mutters. “How many times must I tell you that you are above them? They do not deserve your attention. How could you possibly learn everything I have to teach you when you are too busy with these wastrels you call your peers?” He doesn’t give you time to answer, nor the space to breathe. His sharp nails trace your jaw, titling your face towards him when you try to turn away. He looms so close you can smell the fire in his lungs, magic that could reduce you to ash if he so desired. 

“It would be such a shame, wouldn’t it, if another apprentice were to die,” he murmurs, looming inches from you, his breath warming your lips. “Such a terrible waste. So many accidents these last few months. So many dead.” 

“Please,” you whisper, clutching his shoulders. His robes bunch up beneath your grip but it’s worthless. He’s so much older and stronger than you. “Please don’t hurt anyone else.” 

Magister Hezethril tilts his head, drinking in your fear and submission. He traces your lips with the sharp tip of one nail. “Are you available tomorrow, apprentice?” he asks. 

“Yes,” you say shakily. “Yes, I swear, I’m all yours.”

It’s just what he wants to hear. Smiling, he pulls you into his chest. Gently, he smooths down your hair where it ruffled against the cupboards, pushing the creases from your cloak. But he pauses as he does this, catching sight of the thick turtleneck fabric you’re wearing beneath. He toys with it, peeling it down to expose tender flesh. You shiver under the attention, the careful stroke of his fingers along your pulse. “You aren’t just yet,” he says. “But that’s alright. I can be very, very patient.”

You wince when he slices into you, just enough to break the skin. He rolls your turtleneck back up. The wound throbs hot underneath. “See you tomorrow, apprentice,” he purrs. You nod numbly. The laboratory opens and slams the shut, the sound echoing off the stone walls.

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It’s Electric - One Shot

a/n: I have no idea what this is or why I thought of it, but enjoy CEO!Harry with a blue collar!Y/N

Warnings: Smut (slow burn, I’m so sorry.) Not proofread, sorry!

Words: 15.2K

Being a female, blue collar worker was interesting to say the least. Most of the guys you worked with were either fresh out of college and starting their apprenticeship, or they were in their mid-forties, married with kids. You did the college thing, and got a degree in mathematics, but you didn’t want to be a teacher, and you sure as hell didn’t want to go into computer science. Your father was an electrician, and you asked him for help getting into his union. Electrical work involved a lot of math, especially trigonometry.

You were in your mid-twenties, able to live alone, and working a job that had good benefits. A lot of your friends didn’t quite understand it because you sometimes had to work traditional holidays, and you really couldn’t take time off. But the overtime pay was incredible, and when you were able to take a vacation, you had plenty of money for a good time. The one thing you were sort of missing was companionship.

Most of the guys on the job just assumed you were gay. It was a stupid stereotype. To be fair, you did have to wear a lot of flannel and you never wore makeup, and you constantly had hat hair from your hardhat. Again, a lot of stupid stereotypes.

Your union had gotten a contract together to do maintenance on a specific building in the city. It happened to also be where one of your best friends works so you’d be able to go on lunch together.

“Y/N!” She squeals. “Look at you, I’ve never seen you on the job before.” She tugs at your flannel. “I think you’re the reason mom jeans came back into style, you look so cute.” She was the best hype man there was.

“Thanks, Stacey.” You chuckle. “I don’t wanna get in trouble, I’ll see you at lunch, okay?”

You had never changed so many lightbulbs in one sitting. You hated maintenance work, but it beat being on unemployment. Next on the list was to run some tests on the electrical outlets. You make your way through specific people’s offices. You see your friend again, her desk was outside the CEO’s. She was his executive assistant.

“Let me just make sure he’s not on a call.” She says and you nod. She knocks on the door and opens it. “Mr. Styles? The maintenance crew is here to run inspections in your office.”

“Thanks, send ‘em in.”

She smiles and gestures for you to go in. She grabs you first, pulling you back.

“Remember, he’s British, and very hot.”

“Stacey…you have a boyfriend.”

“I’m well aware, I’m just preparing you.”

You roll your eyes and walk in.

“I’ll try to keep it brief.” You tell him and he nods. You click your pen and make a few notes on your clip board. You grab your outlet tester from your tool belt and get to work. He tries to continue typing at his desk, but curiosity gets the better of him.

“This might sound rude, but I was expecting some old guy to come here for this.”

“Sorry to disappoint.” You smirk at him and continue around the room. “This office is huge.”

“Well…it should be. Worked hard enough for it.”

“Right, you’re the CEO?”

“That’s right, darlin’.”

“Don’t call me that.” You make a disgusted face.

“Sorry, it’s just something I say.” He blushes.

“I need to get under there.”

“Excuse me?”

“Under your desk, I need to check the floor outlets.”

“Oh.” He stands up and moves his chair out of the way. He looks away as you get on your hands and knees, but he’s a man, so his eyes flicker down to your ass. He looks away immediately. You stand back up and make some notes.

“Alright, all set. Have a good one.”

“That’s it?”

“Pretty routine inspection. You all take good care of your offices. Nothing to worry about. We replaced all the lightbulbs that needed it, made them all LED.”

“Thanks.” He smiles.

You walk out and confirm with Stacey where you’ll be meeting her for lunch. Harry notices this. After you’re gone, Harry goes out to Stacey’s desk.

“Stacey, you’re friends with that woman?”

“Yeah! We go way back, Mr. Styles. She’s my best friend, actually. We’re having lunch in a bit, would you like to join us?”

“No.” He chuckles. “No, that’s alright. Um…so she’s an electrician?”

“Mhm, she’s really smart. She was top of her apprenticeship program a few years ago. She’s part of some union now that he dad was in. She likes it.”

“Ah…” He looks away for a moment. “You and I know each other pretty well at this point, right?”

“I’d say so. I mean, my boyfriend and I have been to your house for parties.” You giggle. “Why?”

“Is she single?”

‘Y/N? Yeah! Totally single.” She beams. “Not that she can’t get a date, she can. She’s just been busy lately.” She bites her bottom lip. “Do you…want me to give you her number?”

“Only if she wants to. See what she thought of me on your lunch, would you?”

“I’m on it.”

//

You and Stacey meet up at a Panera Bread not too far from the office building. You’d be doing inspections there all week, on every floor.

“Alright, I’m just going to come right out and say it. Harry wants your number!” She squeals.

You nearly choke on your salad.

“Who?!”

“Harry! Mr. Styles, my boss. The CEO of-“

“Okay, okay. What the fuck, I talked to him for like two seconds. He also called me darling, I didn’t like that.”

“He calls everyone darling, or love. He’s British, remember.”

“What does that have to…? Never mind.” You shake your head.

“He must think you’re cute. He hasn’t dated in a while, as far as I know. He’s super sweet, Y/N. Can I give him your number, please? He could really sweep you off your feet.”

“I’m not looking to be swept, I’m looking for a partner, someone to spend time with. Not someone who flashes cash around.”

“You’re making excuses.”

“Fine.” You shrug. “Give him my number.”

Stacey can’t wait to get back up to her office to give Harry your number. She knocks on his door and enters. He’s just finishing his lunch.

“Here.” She slaps a piece of paper on his desk. “That’s her number. I’ll warn you, she’s stubborn, so…play it cool.”

“Don’t I always?”

“I said cool, not suave. She hates that shit.”

“When should I call? I don’t wanna seem too eager…”

“She might think you’re playing around if you don’t call her tonight. Call her after work.”

//

You were hanging out on your couch, fresh out of the shower in a tank top and shorts, digging into a pint of ice cream. Your phone goes off, and you see it’s not anyone you know. You swipe to answer and stick your phone between your cheek and shoulder.

“Hello?”

“Hi, uh, is this Y/N?”

“This is she.”

“It’s Harry.”

“Who? Oh! Mr. Styles from the office building.”

“Yeah.” He chuckles. “That’s me.”  

“Stacey gave you my number?”

“She did. I hope it’s alright that I asked her for it.”

“Hey, however your relationship works is none of my business.” You take a bite of your ice cream. “So, why’d you want my number anyways?”

“So I could ask you out.”

For the second time today you choke on your food.

“Excuse me, one second.”

He hears you coughing and he tries not to laugh. You get a glass of water, and sit back down.

“Sorry about that.”

“No worries.”

“Why do you want to ask me out?”

“I, well, to be blunt I’m attracted to you.”

“Why?” You scoff. “Got a thing for girls in loose jeans?”

“They weren’t that loose.”

“What?”

“Nothing, listen, I think you’re pretty and I just thought-“

“Pretty? Wow.” You scoff.

“You’re really going to make me work for this, aren’t you?” He sighs.

“Hard work doesn’t seem foreign to you. It’s how you got that nice office of yours isn’t it?”

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“Would you like to go out for dinner with me some time?”

“I’m free Saturday if you are.”

“I’m free.”

“Pick me up at seven, I’ll text you my address when the time comes.” You hang up before he has a second to say anything else.

You text Stacey to let her know you’d be going out with Harry on Saturday. You were actually sort of excited.

//

On Saturday, you go to your hairdresser for a blow out, and to have your nails done. It was a very nice treat. You get your make up on and pick out one of the dresses you never get to wear. It was black and simple, but you were exited to wear it. You get a call from Harry right at seven.

“Hello?”

“Just pulled up, I’m downstairs.”

“Be down in a second.” You grab your purse and head down.

Harry had a suit on and was standing outside a black car. His jaw nearly drops when he sees you. All he had to go on was that day in his office. You looked like a completely different person.

“You look…lovely.”

“Thanks.” You smile. “I don’t get to dress up very often.” You blush slightly.

He opens the back door of the car for you and you raise an eyebrow.

“I have a driver.”

“Oh…fancy.”

You slide into the car, and Harry comes around on the other side. He taps on the partition, and the car moves.

“I hope you like Asian food.”

“Love it.” You say. “Oh! Are we going to that hibachi place?”

“No, but it’ll sort of be like that.”

“Do you always use a driver?”

“For city stuff, yeah. When I’m out at the beach or upstate I drive myself. Sometimes I get my picture taken when I’m out, learned a long time ago it’s best to just have a driver.”

“Like…paparazzi?”

“Yeah…sometimes. Not that often anymore. There was this, uh, model that I dated a few years ago-“

“Tell me again, why were you so attracted to me?”

“You caught my attention. Not a lot of people do.”

Your cheeks grow slightly red. You feel the car come to a full stop. The driver gets out and opens the door for you. Harry slides out after you. You watch as he tells the driver how long you’ll roughly be. As you walk into the restaurant, the hostess greets Harry almost immediately. You follow her past the main dining area, and are brought into a private dining room. There was a table for two set up already. You give him a confused look.

“I like my privacy.” He pulls your chair out for your and you sit down.

“Is there any particular reason we’re sitting next to each other.”

“The chef is going to make our food for us in a few minutes. Told you it was sort of like hibachi.” He grabs the bottle of wine on the table and opens it. “Would you like some? It’s plum wine, it’s delicious.”

“Um…sure.” He pours you some and you take a small sip. “Hm, different.”

“So, how does one become an electrician?”

“How does one become a CEO?” You smirk. “Lots of hard work, school, and luck.”

Before Harry can speak again the chef walks in, and a few other follow him in with a cart. There was a flat top where he’d be able to make whatever you wanted. One of the waiters brings over a tray of sushi to start with. You grab your chopsticks and take a piece.

“Oh, that’s good. I love sashimi.” You say.

“Good evening, folks.” The chef smiles. “Tonight I’ll be preparing a delicious steak, kale salad, and for dessert fried banana ice cream.”

“That all work for you? I sorta had to tell them ahead of time.”

“Sounds amazing.”

You watch as the chef prepares the steak and the kale. It smelled delicious already, and it was cool to watch as it was done. You and Harry continue to enjoy the sushi in the meantime.

“Are you going to answer my question?”

“About what?”

“Becoming an electrician.”

“Oh…well, my dad was one, and he was in a union. I have a B.S. in Mathematics, but I didn’t really know what I wanted to do with it, so I asked my dad for some help getting into the union, and the rest was history. I get to use my degree every day. Not a lot of people can say that.” You smile and take a sip of the wine. “Do you always do this?”

“Do what?”

“Schmooze on a first date.”

“I’m not schmoozing.” He gasps.

“I’m just saying…this is, like, really fancy. You could have taken me to a burger joint, I’m not picky. I just don’t want you thinking you to need to flash your cash around. I get it, you’re reach and do well for yourself, you know? I wanna know what’s underneath all that.”

Two plates are put in front of you.

“Thank you.” Harry says to the chef and everyone else leaves the room. “I wasn’t trying to flash my cash.” He cuts his steak and takes a bite. “I just wanted to show you a good time.”

“By booking a private room at a really nice restaurant?” You smirk and take a bite of your steak. “Although, this food is delicious.” You use your napkin to pat the corners of your mouth gently. “How’d you get into the business that you’re in?”

“Well, I always wanted to be in sales, do a little bit of traveling, that kind of stuff. When I was in uni, the idea of property management sort of intrigued me, so I looked a little more into that. I started off in the mail room while I was getting my MBA, and then just sort of worked my way up. I bet my company has provided a lot of work to your union, other than just maintenance.”

“It definitely does, I recognized the name. You guys have put up buildings all over the place. You’re kind of like Richard Gere’s character in Pretty Woman.”

“I suppose I am! I love that movie.” He clears his throat. “So, you didn’t want to become an engineer or anything?”

“Nope, I like working with my hands.” You shrug and take a sip of your wine.

“Is it hard being in a male dominated profession?”

“Isn’t it pretty male dominated up in your office?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “Most of the women up there were either assistants or other low ranking positions.”

“Are you saying your friend works a low ranking position as my executive assistant?”

“Stacey likes what she does, she feels fulfilled and needed, at least that’s what she tells me. I’m just saying, anywhere I would have gone, it would probably look the same. Besides, I’m not the only woman on the job, I’m just one of few, and I’m one of the younger ones. The guys are all nice enough.”

A few moments later a waiter comes in to clear the plates and someone else brings out the fried ice cream.

“I’ve never had this before.” You smile. “I’m excited to try it.”

“Fried ice cream is delicious, especially after eating a steak with so many spices in it.”

You both dig in. You lick your lips after taking a bite.

“Mm, that is so good.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

Harry squared up the bill, and out the two of you went. You thanked him over and over for paying. He wanted to ask if you felt like grabbing another drink anywhere, but he wasn’t so sure if you’d be into it. Maybe that could be saved for a second date. His driver brings you home and Harry gets out to walk you up the steps of your building.

“I had a great time.” He blushes. “I’m glad we could do this.” All you do is smile and nod. “Um, well, so I have your number, I’ll give you another call sometime?”

“Okay.” You get your keys out of your purse. “Thanks again for dinner.”

You key into your building and he watches you disappear inside. He was stunned. Not even a goodnight kiss, hell, even a hug would have sufficed. Usually when Harry took a woman out on a date at the very least he got a kiss on the cheek, if not that most of the time he would get invited up. Did he do something wrong? Were you not as attracted to him as he was to you?

//

“Tell me everything! I wanna know what to expect tomorrow morning and if I need to add a caramel swirl to his coffee.” Stacey giggles over the phone with you the next morning.

“It was…okay.”

“Just okay?! Didn’t he take you to that nice Japanese place?”

“Yeah, the food was excellent, but the atmosphere was weird.”

“What do you mean?”

“He had us seated in a private room and we basically had this personal chef. It was awkward when things got a little quiet. There was a little music in the background, but I would have felt more at ease in the main dining area.”

“He likes his privacy.”

“So he said. Apparently sometimes paparazzi follow him?”

“Yeah, about a year ago he was dating this Italian model. He started getting photographed. They followed him around a bit after they broke up, but we haven’t seen too many in a while.”

“I don’t know why he’d want to go from a model to me…”

“Oh, stop it. You’re gorgeous! So…are you saying you won’t see him again?”

“I don’t see why I would. I didn’t feel any sparks flying between us. He seems sort of hollow, Stace.”

“No! He’s so sweet! He can just be sort of…I don’t know…awkward. He’s amazing when he’s making a deal, but outside of work I know he can be a little social awkward.”

“I don’t think I wanna be with someone as rich as he is.”

“He was just trying to impress you, I’m sure. You didn’t have any fun?”

“I had a little…but not enough to go on a second date.”

Stacey swallowed hard. Harry was a very sweet man, and extremely respectful…but he wanted something he worked for it. There was no way he was going to let this, or you, go.

//

“Morning, Stacey.” He says to her with a smile. He grabs his coffee from her desk.

“Morning, Mr. Styles.”

“Have a good weekend?” He asks as she follows her in. He looks at the mail she’s already put on his desk.

“Yeah, Dan and I visited his parents out at the lake. It was nice.”

“Good for you guys.” He looks at her and smiles. “Been together a few years now, right? When’s he popping the question?”

“Oh, Harry.” She swats a hand at him as he chuckles. “Soon. Anyways, you’ve got a meeting at nine, and then this afternoon you’re to go to that new property we just bought. The construction workers will be there, it’ll be good for you to meet the crew.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know the drill. I’m dying to see the place again. Haven’t been since we saw it last.” He sits down at his desk. “Hate wearing those hard hats though, they always mess up my hair.” He smirks.

“I don’t think anything could mess up your hair.” She laughs and turns to leave to go back to his desk.

“Wait, uh, did you happen to speak with Y/N at all?”

“Oh! Um, was this past Saturday the big date?”

“You know it was, quit playing.”

“We spoke, yeah.”

“Did she mention me at all? Trying to gauge when I should call her next.”

“Oh, so you wanna see her again?”

“I do.” He smiles. “So, she say anything?”

“Yeah…um, she said she had a nice time.”

“Was that it?”

“Pretty much, but to be fair, we talked more about my weekend. Barely let her get a word in, you know how I can be sometimes.”

Stacey walks awkwardly back to her desk. She prayed that if he did reach out to you, you’d at least let him down easy.

//

Harry leaves around one in the afternoon to head to the property. He and the COO go together in a car. When they get there they both shake the foreman’s hand and walk around the property.

“The electrician’s showed up this morning. They’ve certainly got their work cut out for them.” The foreman says. “Great workers though, union contract just how you like.”

Harry nods and continues walking. He notices the electricians on their afternoon coffee break.

“Check out the suits.” Frank says to you. You smirk and look over your shoulder. You immediately look back at Frank. “What?”

“I know that guy…the one in the blue suit.”

“No shit, how?”

“He, uh, took me to dinner on Saturday.”

“What?!”

“My friend is his executive assistant, she gave him my number after we met last week doing those inspections.”

“No offense, but I thought you were gay.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“Frank.” You pinch the bridge of your nose.

“So…some big wig took you out? How was it?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it, and I certainly don’t want to-“

“Y/N?”

You turn around slowly to look at him.

“Hi Harry.”

“Y/N, you should address him as Mr. Styles.” Your foreman says.

“That’s quite alright, we know each other.” He smiles at you.

“We sure do, excuse me.” You grab your hard hat, stick it on, and head inside with Frank.

“How do you know her?” The foreman asks Harry.

“She’s good friends with my assistant.”

The foreman brings Harry and the COO inside to show them the bit of progress that’s been made on the interior thus far. Harry sees you up on a ladder helping a wire get fed through a hole.

“Got it!” You yell up, and secure it.

Harry and the COO stick around for quite some time making sure everything was to their liking. He’s there until the end of the work day and sees you walking with your toolbox to your car. You wave goodbye to Frank as you get everything in your trunk. It was a nice size SUV. He watches as you unclip your tool belt and slightly rub at your hip bones. He decides to come over to you.

“Hi again.” He smiles and you nearly jump.

“Jesus, you’re just everywhere.”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, darling.” You scrunch your face at the word. “Sorry.”

“You apologize a lot.” You shake your head and throw your hard hat into your trunk. You take your hair out of its bun, and shake your hair out. “Can I help you with something?” You close your trunk and lean against your car, crossing your arms.

“I just, um, well, I was wondering when I could see you again.”

“You’re seeing me now.”

He chuckles and shakes his head.

“I mean, when can I take you on another date?”

“Harry…” You look down, then back up to him. “I…”

“I should have texted you afterwards, right?” He sucks his teeth. “I didn’t wanna seem too eager.”

“You really had that good a time with me that you wanna take me out again?”

“Well, yeah. Didn’t you?”

You had two choices. You could either crush the man in front of you and walk away, or you could cut the guy a break and give it another go. Would it be so bad to let him take you out again? Maybe this time you could call the shots.

“I did.” You swallow. “I’d like to go out again.”

“Great!” He beams at you. “I was thinking we could-“

“I’d like to plan it.”

“Oh…well, alright. What did you have in mind?”

“You’ll find out Friday night. You’re free then?”

“I can definitely make myself available.”

“Perfect.” You turn on your heel and get into your car. Once again you leave him standing there, stunned.

//

“You’re giving it another shot?!” Stacey practically screams through the phone.

“Mhm.”

“What made you decide?”

“Well, he was just standing right in front of me. I felt sort of bad. I figured maybe I was being too harsh before. It can’t hurt to go out again.”

“Where are you going to take him?”

“I haven’t decided yet. I was thinking of going to that bar I’ve been to with Frank. I’ve taken you a couple of times.”

“Oh! That place with the darts and the live music?”

“Yeah! I think he needs a night to be a little less fancy, don’t you?”

“Definitely! He won’t know what hit him.”

//

Harry was on cloud nine all week. He couldn’t wait to see you again. He even had flowers sent to your job site. You were thoroughly embarrassed. The guys all gave you shit for it. He was a little surprised when you didn’t even text him to thank him for them, but he just brushed it off and kept his cool. When you did finally text him Thursday evening, he nearly squealed.

You: what’s your address? I’ll be picking you up around eight tomorrow

Harry: late start to the evening, where we headed?

You: that’s for me to know ;)

His stomach filled with butterflies all because you sent a winky face. He was having a few doubts that maybe you didn’t like him that much, but you were being playful with him now. This was good.

//

Your hair was down and wavy, you had a white tank top on with a dangly necklace, and some jeans. You drive to Harry’s building. It was much nicer than yours, naturally. You text him and let him know you’re on the street. He comes walking out moments later in a black silk shirt and a pair of yellow patterned dress pants. You squinted through the window and noticed they were sort of tight around his thighs. He waves at you and you wave back.

“This is fun already.” He says as he buckles up. He looks down at you. “I’m overdressed.”

“Not at all. You’re dressed like you, that’s good. This is how I like to dress.”

“You look cute.” He says.

“Thanks.” You start to drive off towards the bar.

“So, now will you tell me where we’re going?”

“To a bar, hope you’re thirsty.” You smirk at him.

As you continue to drive Harry takes note of the music on the radio and even the way you drive the car. You were only using one hand, on the bottom of the wheel. You were so easy going.

“This is a nice car.”

“Thanks, bought it last year. I used have a dinged up old truck.”

“Do you miss having a truck?”

“Not really.” You shrug. “I wanted something more like this. When you have a truck everyone always wants your help with stuff. It’s bad enough that I’m the handy friend.” You chuckle. “I’m always being asked to help repair stuff or whatever. I don’t mind, but sometimes it’s a lot.”

You get over to the bar and find a place to park.

“Can’t remember the last time I was on this side of town.” He comments as you walk inside.

There were a lot people around, and the bar itself was packed. There was some sports game playing, but it wouldn’t be on long once the live band would start. There were people playing darts and munching on popcorn.

“Go snag a booth, I’ll get us some beers.”

“Oh, uh…”

“What’s a matter?”

“I don’t really like beer.” He takes his wallet out. “I can grab the drinks, tell me what you want.”

“I want you to go grab us a booth. I’ll get you something other than beer.”

You turn and go up to the bar. You greet the bartender who knows you pretty well. You decide that if Harry didn’t want beer, then you wouldn’t get one either.

“Two long islands.” You grin.

You get your drinks and find Harry at a booth. He stuck out like a sore thumb, he wasn’t hard to find. You place the glasses on the table.

“I’ll grab us some popcorn. We’ll grab some real food later.”

You go up to the popcorn machine and grab a bowl to fill up. You say hello to some people you recognize and head back to the booth.

“What made you decide on a long island ice tea?” He raises an eyebrow at you.

“Thought it would be fun to just get drunk.” You smile. “What sort of mixed drinks do you usually get?”

“I don’t. I usually just get a scotch or something.”

“Ew.” You grimace and then take a sip of your drink. “This is much more fun.”

“You could have gotten a beer still.”

You toss a piece of popcorn into your mouth and take another sip. Harry takes a sip as well and coughs when he’s done.

“Bit heavy handed.”

“I can get you something else…”

“No, it’s fine.” He smiles. “Do you come here a lot?”

“Sometimes. Some buddies from work brought me here, and I liked it. They have free darts, and live music. The band should be starting soon.”

You were two drinks in, and you both were giggling messes. The band was loud, but fun. You had gotten into a little game of getting popcorn into the other’s mouth. Maybe Harry could let his hair down a little and act like a normal person.

By the time you each were on your third drink, you definitely knew you were drunk, and so did Harry. He was having a great time.

“I’m hungry, are you hungry?!” You had yell over the music.

“Starved!”

“Come on!”

You grab his wrist as you walk out of the place. It’s a bit chilly outside, and without thinking, Harry wraps his arm around your shoulders as you walk. You wrap yours around his waist, and he feels butterflies again. You lead him to a McDonald’s and walk in.

“Two medium big mac meals, please.” You slur as you walk up to the counter.

“I’m paying.” Harry insists.

“Nope, I got it.” You slap your credit card down. “Go fill up our drinks, I’ll wait for the food.”

Harry shuffles over to the drink station and fills the paper cups up with coke. You come over to the table he found and you both dive into the greasy food.

“Mm, I can’t remember the last time I had McDonald’s.” He grunts as he eats the food.

“Right?! It’s like, the perfect drunk food.” You suck down the coke. “I would have gotten us some flurries but the machine’s broken.”

“I have ice cream back at my place…got stuff to make sundaes actually.”

“Are you kidding?!”

“Nope, always keep that stuff around. Never know when you’re gonna need some hot fudge.”

“Well, I know where we’re going next.”

“What about your car? We’re both way too fucked up to drive.”

“It’s called uber.”

“Nonsense, I’ll call my-“

“He’ll be here in two minutes, finish up your fries.” You say, looking at your phone.

“You’re very impulsive.” He chuckles and throws some fries into his mouth.

“Live a little.” You yank him out of the booth and go outside.

You both crawl into the uber, and giggle during the ride. Harry hadn’t had this much fun in a long time. When you get to Harry’s building, he says hello to the doorman, and you just smile and wave. He keeps his hand on the small of your back as he leads you into the elevator. It was a beautiful lobby. You watch, through your foggy eyes, as Harry presses the button for the top floor where all of the pent house suites were. He leads you down a hall and keys into his place. You jaw nearly hits the floor.

“I didn’t know they made apartments this big. It’s like…a house in here!” You walk around. “Is this a staircase?!”

“Yeah, it’s two stories. There’s four bedrooms total. My main guest room is down here, and then upstairs are the rest. Got an office down that way, nice big balcony.”

“What’s a single guy need all this space for?”

“Got family and friends that come to visit. I end up hosting functions quite a bit too. Catered events, and all that.” He grabs your hand to lead you into his massive kitchen. “Can I get you some water?”

“Nope, got any alcohol?”

“You want more to drink?!”

“We’re going to have ice cream right? How about some kalua?”

“You know, I do have some. I could put it into some shot glasses.”

“Works for me.” You smile.

Harry get everything out for the sundaes. His kitchen looked like it belonged in a restaurant, but it made sense since he did say he had catered events. If he had cooks come they’d need state of the art equipment. He runs the scoop under some warm water, rolls up one of his sleeves and scoops the ice cream into two bowls. Your eyes widen as you see the veins in his hand and forearm peek out. He adds the warmed up fudge, sprinkles some nuts, and then adds some whip cream.

“Why do you have all this stuff?” You ask as you make up the shots.

“We had an ice cream social here a week or so ago. I like having themed parties.” He bites into his ice cream and moans. “I hate throwing out leftovers.”

“This fudge is really rich.” You lick your lips after taking a bite.

“Shoulda made milk shakes with this.” He takes his shot of kalua and so do you.

“Next time.” You spoon my ice cream into your mouth.

“Next time, eh?”

“Sure.” You smile. “I’m having a good time.”

“Better than last time?”

“Harry.” You put your bowl down and put a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll admit, I was pretty skeptical, but when you let your hair down, you’re a lot of fun.”

“So…you didn’t have any fun last time?”

“It’s not that I didn’t.” You say, shoveling more ice cream into your mouth. “But I feel like I got to know you better tonight.” You hop up on his counter and sit there comfortably as you finish your ice cream. A little bit of hot fudge lingers on the corner of your mouth.

“You have a little, uh…” He taps the corner of his mouth to show you. He moves to stand between your legs and you look up at him.

“Did I get it?”

“Not exactly.” He cups your cheeks and leans in. You can feel his breath on you. He runs his thumb over the spot. “Got it.” He sucks his thumb into his mouth and smirks at you.

Just as he’s about to turn to grab the bowls you grab at the collar of his shirt, and pull him to you, crashing your lips to his. He sinks into it, only for a second before backing away. He presses his forehead to yours.

“What’s wrong?” You breathe.

“I don’t want this to happen like this.”

“Like what?”

He steps away and looks at you.

“We’re both pretty out of sorts, Y/N.”

“It was just a kiss…”

“But it could lead to more, and I don’t feel comfortable with that.”

“Are you really going to tell me you’ve never hooked up drunk?”

“I have.”

“So…I’m sorry, I’m just really confused.” You hop down so you can stand on your feet.

“Y/N.” He cups your cheeks so you’ll look at him. “I want to be completely sober so I can fully enjoy you.”

“You’re…such a weirdo, Harry. Who says shit like that?” You step away from him.

“You know, most people find me charming.”

“Well, then I guess I’m not most people.” You roll your eyes at yourself. “Ugh, I didn’t mean for that to sound like I’m not like other girls, that would be a weird thing to say. I feel like you say things you think I’d wanna hear.”

“No, I really feel that way. I don’t want…look, if we decided to do it, I’d wanna remember it, that’s all I was trying to say.”

“So just say it like that!” You start laughing. “That I can understand.”

“I don’t know what to say around you. It’s like everything I do is wrong.”

“Not true.” You grab the whip cream can and spray some into your mouth. “You make a mean sundae.”

“Don’t hog it.” He opens his mouth and you spray some whip cream into his mouth. You both giggle.

“So…you don’t even want to keep kissing?”

“I do, but I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

“What do you wanna do instead? My car’s all the way back at the bar, I’m way too fucked to drive…”

“You could stay here if you want. I could give you some pj’s and-“

“No, I’d rather sleep in my own bed.”

“I could call my driver.”

“This late?!”

“He’s on call.” Harry takes out his phone and sends a text. “It’s his job.”

“You’ll come for the ride?”

“Of course!” He smiles. “I have a question for you…”

“Alright.”

“Did you get the flowers I sent you earlier this week?”

“I did.” You move some hair from your face. “I’m sure you meant well, but you shouldn’t do that while I’m working again.”

“Why?” He frowns.

“It was embarrassing. Some of the guys gave me shit for it. Just…if you do it again, I mean, I like getting flowers, just have them sent to my apartment. I don’t need gifts at work. I didn’t even know where to put them.”

“So, we’re definitely seeing each other again?”

“I’d like to.” You smile.

“Great.” He smiles back. “Sorry…I didn’t mean to embarrass you. Do you want me to have someone fired? Cause I can do that.”

“No.” You laugh. “But thanks.”

Harry leads you down to the car and you both get in the back seat. You sit really close to him. You were incredibly riled up and horny. It was the alcohol, but you were sort of disappointed that you wouldn’t be getting laid, and it sort of turned you on that Harry was being such a gentleman. You look up at him.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?” He looks down at you.

You move his arm to put it around you, and you look up at him with big eyes. He sighs and leans in to kiss you. His lips were so soft, and he still tasted like the hot fudge. Your hands slide up to his hair and tug on his curls. You just wanted his tongue in your mouth, but he was being so timid. His other hand goes down to your thigh, and he squeezes it, his thumb digging in to your inner thigh. You whimper slightly and then he lets go of you. The car comes to a stop, and your door is opened by the driver. Harry gets out to walk you up to your door.

“I’m going to be out of town for the next ten days.” He says, tucking some hair behind your ear. “But when I get back, I’d love to see you again.”

“Me too.”

“Good.” He gives you one last kiss before getting back into the car. He makes sure you’re inside the building before he lets the driver go. He presses the button for the partition to go down. “Charlie, I had my doubts, I really did, but she likes me, mate.”

“That’s great, sir. I’m glad she agreed to see you again.”

“Me too. She’s so…different! She’s sort of blunt too. I like that. I feel like women always just like me for my money, but she could care less! This could really be something, I can feel it.”

//

You told Stacey all about your date with Harry, and how good of a kisser he was. You weren’t sure how’d you last the next ten days without his lips on yours again, but you’d find ways to manage. Work was a great distraction. However, your friends continued to shit on you. One of them snuck a magazine that had Harry on the cover into your toolbox.

“Very funny.” You roll your eyes as they laugh. “What’s so funny that he likes me?”

“It’s not funny, think they’re just jealous.” Frank smirks and looks at the magazine. “It’s just odd that you’re into him.”

“He’s not exactly the type of guy I’d usually be interested in, but he means well. He’s sweet…in his own weird way. He’s quirky. I took him to that bar we’ve been to on Friday, we had a great time.”

“Look at you, trying something for a second time. When do you see him next?”

“I don’t know. He’s out of town for a couple of weeks.”

“Doing what?”

“How the fuck should I know? I didn’t ask.”

“Why not?”

“It’s none of my business. It’s not like he’s my boyfriend.”

“Yeah, but he is the guy you’re seeing.”

“I’ve been on two dates with him, nothing’s set in stone.” Your morning coffee break ends you sigh. “Great, time to go into this stupid basement.” You put your hardhat on and a mask and head in with Frank.

//

On Thursday evening, you were just hanging out, watching TV after a long day of work. Your phone goes off and you see it’s a call from Harry.

“Hello?”

“Hi, beautiful!”

You’re sitting there with your hair up in a messy bun, pimple patches on your blemishes, and a raggedy t-shirt with stains all over it. You roll your eyes.

“What’s up?”

“Well, I finally got a free moment, and I wanted to call you. Are you busy? Should be about eight o’clock, right?”

“Yeah it is…where are you?”

“I’m in London.”

You think for a moment and you gasp.

“Harry, it’s like two in the morning over there!”

“Like I said, I finally got a free moment. I’m just getting into my flat, getting cozy.”

“What did you go to London for?”

“Business of course…and to see some family. Killing two birds with one stone.”

“Do you travel a lot?”

“Sometimes. There were some buildings I wanted to look at out here.”

“How come you didn’t bring Stacey?”

“She doesn’t always need to travel with me. We’ve connected, don’t worry. I’m not one of those helpless idiots who can’t survive without their assistant. Besides, need her there to hold down the fort.” You hear some shuffling and then the creaking of a bed, and a big sigh from him.

“So…what kept you out so late?”

“Business.”

“What Business could you possibly need to conduct at two in the morning?”

“Things operate differently over here. People like to go out late. I actually left early because I was tired.”

“That’s wild.”

“Very.” He chuckles. “What are you up to?”

“I was just watching some TV before I hit the sack.”

“Anything good on?”

“Not really.” You laugh and turn the TV off. “Kinda like hearing your voice.” You slap your forehead because you literally don’t know what possessed you to say that.

“Like hearing yours too. Sorry I haven’t been able to text much.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not, really. I wouldn’t want you to think I wasn’t interested or something.”

“I didn’t.”

“Good, because I’m still really interested.”

“When do you come back?”

“Monday evening, then it’s back to the office Tuesday.”

“You never stop, do you…”

“It’s hard not to, but I like what I do.”

“I would hope so.”

“How’s your week been?”

“You should get some sleep.”

“Can’t, too awake now. Tell me how your week was, how’s the building coming along?”

“I’ve been in a dimly lit crawl space in the basement feeding wires all week. Tomorrow’s the last day of doing that. Then next week my group of people will move up to the regular basement, and then after that we’ll move on to the lobby. Other people are working on the outside as well, and then once all that’s done we’ll be able to move on to the individual offices inside.”

“Wow, that’s a lot.”

“Mhm, but it’s honest work. I can take a step back at the end of the day and see what I’ve done. I like that.”

“You’re a visual person, then.”

“I am.”

“So am I.”

“Nice to know we have one thing in common.”

“We have other things in common.” He sounds offended.

“Like what?” You giggle and sit with your knees hugged to your chest. His voice over the phone was oddly soothing to you.

“Well…I’d say we both enjoy a good joke. We both like food, although, I have to say, my stomach was pretty angry with me after I had that bic mac.”

You burst out laughing.

“So was mine. It’s always good going in.”

“Mhm, and we like each other.”

“Oh, we do?” You ask sarcastically. “Teasing. I like you.”

“You didn’t at first though.”

“You didn’t make a great impression by calling me darling in your office.”

“If I knew how derogatory it was going to come off, I never would have said it. It’s just…part of my vocabulary.”

“It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean anything by it.”

“When I get back, I’d love to see you again. Maybe we could have lunch or something.”

“On my jobsite? I don’t think so.”

“We could go out for dinner, then? I mean, I’ll be coming by the site next week to check out the progress.”

“Please, don’t even acknowledge me if you see me. I want things to be professional.”

“Reputation to uphold?”

“Sort of. I have a couple good friends, but not all of the guys are so accepting of women on the job. I don’t want any of them thinking I’m getting special treatment or anything because I know you. Someone put a magazine that had you on the cover in my tool box as a prank.”

“I’m sorry…I don’t really know what the big deal is though.”

“It’s like I’m in elementary school and everyone found out about my cruck. Boys never really grow up, so I’ve come to find out.”

“Can’t say I can argue with that. We’re an immature lot.” He chuckles and then yawns.

“You should really go to sleep.”

“But I like talking to you.”

“You can call me this weekend.”

“Oh, that sounds nice.”

“Goodnight, Harry.”

“Goodnight…sweet dreams, Y/N.”

You sigh as you hang up. Your stomach felt weird. Did you have butterflies? You never had butterflies. Harry was definitely growing on you.

//

Wednesday morning, Harry came to the jobsite to check things out. He stayed in the trailer with the foreman with quite some time before going inside the building. He didn’t see you, and he was sort of sad about it. He hears a whistling noise and sees a bunch of people filing out and taking their hard hats off.

“Morning coffee break.” The foreman explains. Harry nods and squints at everyone. His eyes widen when he spots you.

He watches as you grab your thermos and pour your coffee into the little cap that works as a cup. He desperately wants to go over and say hi, but he also wanted to respect what you asked of him.

“Hey, Y/N, isn’t that your boyfriend?” One of the guys says and makes kissy noises. “Go say hi, give him a big wet one for us. Show him some appreciation for giving the union so much work.”

“Very funny.” You roll your eyes. “He’s not my boyfriend. We’ve been out two times.”

“That guy’s dated models, what’s so great about you?”

“Bob.” Frank says, warningly. “Don’t be a prick.”

Harry watches as the group laughs, and Frank puts a hand on your shoulder.

“Everything alright over there?” He asks the foreman.

“Yeah, they’re just giving her a tough time. They seem to think you’re her boyfriend.”

“And what if I was? Is that supposed to be funny?”

“No, sir, of course not…it’s just…up until a couple weeks ago everyone thought she was gay, or at least, just not into dudes.”

“Why? Because she didn’t try to fuck one of the other guys? She’s a beautiful woman, and-“ Harry stops himself. He can feel his blood boiling. He wasn’t your boyfriend, and he knew that, but he still wanted to defend you.

“What’s it like fucking a dude with so much money? Surprised you haven’t quit yet to become his live in lady.”

“Bob, I’m about two seconds away from ripping your balls off.”

“Not a very nice thing to say.”

“You’re being a dick, Bob.” Frank says. “Why do you wanna know what it’s like to fuck Mr. Styles for? You like him too?” He smirks.

“Frank.” You pinch the bridge of your nose. “What’s happening here, you’re going to turn this around to make some gay joke to defend me? Not cool. You all need to grow the fuck up.” You finish your coffee, put your hardhat back on and storm off.

Harry watches the scene and goes over to the group of men since you now left.

“Everything alright over here?” He asks them. The foreman was shaking behind him.

“Just fine, sir.” Bob says.

“Are we sure? Because that worker seemed a bit upset. I hope you’re all working as a team, I hate to see people not being team players. It makes getting a job done well very difficult.”

“The guys have been ragging on her because of you.” Frank says. “Apparently they think it’s funny that you’ve been out a couple of times.” He turns to all of them. “I think you all forget that she works with us and has fun just like the rest of us, but she’s still a woman. She’s allowed to go out on dates with people not like us. Just because she doesn’t want any of you doesn’t mean she doesn’t deserve to find someone.”

Frank huffs and storms off himself. Harry was impressed by him.

“I don’t have much to add to that other than that her personal life is just that, personal. Please remember that, and keep things professional. Then, none of his will have a problem.” He says sternly and walks away. The foremen glares at all of them and follows Harry.

He just wanted to make sure you were okay. He saw you inside, back to work, as if nothing had happened. Frank was holding the latter you were on. He still wanted to respect what you had asked, so he turns and walks back out of the building.

//

Stacey had her phone out when Harry got back to the office. She was texting furiously with someone. Her eyebrows were furrowed and she had a frown on her face.

“Everything alright, love?” Harry asks, concerned.

“With me, yeah.” She looks up at him and smiles. “I’m proud of you.”

“For what?”

“For not stepping in to defend her. She’s good at taking care of herself.”

“So that’s who you’re texting?”

“Mhm. I’m gonna meet her after work for some drinks. When do you see her next?”

“Friday.”

“Good, that’ll be nice.”

“So I shouldn’t show up while you’re having drinks?”

“No! She needs girl time. You mean well, but keep doing what you’re doing. Don’t suffocate her.”

“It was so hard to not run over to her earlier. We chatted a bit over the phone while I was gone. It was so nice.” He sighs and leans against her desk.

“You’re a romantic, Harry, and I love that about you. But…Y/N…well, she prefers to save that for the movies.”

Harry’s eyes widen and he gasps.

“I just figured out what I’m gonna take her to do Friday!” He hugs Stacey quick. “Thanks, Stace!” He rushes into his office and closes the door.

//

By the time Friday rolled around, you were exhausted. You really didn’t want to do anything crazy, and Harry assured you that you’d just be hanging out at his place which put you at ease. His car comes for you around seven. You come out in a pair of jeans, a nice shirt, and your hair down. He gets out and practically runs over to you. He takes you in his arms and kisses you.

“Missed you.” He says against your lips before kissing you again.

“I guess I missed you too.” You smile. “Thanks for being so cool at the site the other day.”

“No worries, I just hope those guys have cooled it.”

“They have.”

“Good.” He smiles and leads you into the car.

“One of these days I’m going to see what you look like behind the wheel.”

“That just means you’ll have to come out to my beach house.”

“That doesn’t sound too terrible. It’s getting warmer out by the day.”

“I hope you’re hungry, I’ve got something good prepared.”

“Did you cook?”

“God, no. I’d burn the house down if I made something other than a frozen pizza.” He chuckles. “No, I had someone come and make everything I wanted.” You make a face at him. “Oh, stop it. You’ll be thankful once you see it, trust me.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

Once you’re at Harry’s place, he leads you inside. You take note on how he always says hi to all of the workers. You liked that he was so kind to them. When he gets you inside your jaw drops. There was a popcorn machine full of popcorn, hot dogs on a rotisserie, and all of the fixings on a table next to it, a nacho station, and homemade candies and chocolates.

“So, this is, like, the concessions area, and then down the hall is my home theater. Thought I’d bring the movies to us. Do you like it?”

“This is so…extravagant.” You walk up to where all of the sweets are.

“I had my chef make up those chocolate covered cookie dough bites, I thought you might like them.”

“I love those…thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He kisses you cheek. “Well, let’s make up what we want and then we can go find our seats.” He chuckles at his own joke and it makes you giggle.

You each make up a tray of snacks, and head down the hall. You gasp when you see a movie poster on the wall outside of the door.

“Pretty Woman?”

“I remember you mentioning it on our first date. Would you like to watch it?”

“Sure!”

You walk inside the room. He wasn’t kidding, it really was a home theater. Three rows of luxurious recliner seats, a large screen and a projector in the back.

“Where would you like to sit?”

“Middle row?”

“Works for me.” He smiles and follows you up. He sets his food down on the chair next to him and takes his phone out. “There’s an app linked to the projector so I can just it play from here and even dim the lights.”

“Pretty cool.”

“Very cool. Makes things so much easier.”

The lights dim, and previews start playing.

“Previews from when the film first came out, makes it more immersive.”

“Nice touch.” You saw, biting into your hot dog. “Oh, wow. This is delicious.”

“All freshly made with a natural casing. Still not the best for you, but at least it’s made with good ingredients.”

You sip on your soda and toss some popcorn into your mouth as well. Once you both finish up some of the cookie dough bites, you set your trays aside, recline the chairs, and get comfortable. Harry lifts the armrest between you and puts his arm around you.

“This alright?”

“Mhm.” You cozy up to him and sigh as you watch the film.

Even though you thought he was flashing his cash again, you knew he wasn’t doing it for bad reasons. He wanted to give you a nice evening, and this was how he knew to do it. You appreciated him putting all this effort in just for you. It made you rethink your first date completely. He was just trying to show you a good time, and you felt bad for being sort of rude. You’re happy you gave him another chance.

You sling your arm over his lower stomach, and put one of your ankles over his. His cologne smelled so good, you just wanted to have him closer to you. Harry was swooning. He hadn’t felt this happy in so long. His hand strokes your arm and shoulder mindlessly as the movie goes on. You both laugh and giggle at the funnier parts. When it gets to the part of the film where Vivian goes down to where Edward is playing the piano, and she sits on top of it and they start having sex.

You bite your bottom lip and look up at Harry whose eyes are glues to the screen, but you could feel his heart beating rapidly. He notices you looking up at him and he looks down at you with a slight smile. You reach one of your hands up to the back of his neck to pull him down to you. His lips brush over yours, and then you both sink into it. You tug him by the collar of his shirt so he’s hovering over you on the large seats. You wrap your legs around his waist to have him as close as possible. You swipe your tongue along his bottom lip and he opens up for you. You both groan into the open mouthed kiss, happy to feel the other’s tongue.

He kisses down your jaw and makes his way to your neck. Your hips buck up towards his when he starts to suck on your skin. You crane your neck to give him more access, and you practically push his head further into you. You whimper and bite your bottom lip as your hips move up towards his again. He sits up and pulls you on top of him so you can straddle him. Your lips find his again as you roll your hips down on his growing bulge. You tug at his hair as you suck on his bottom lip. His hands were press on your back to keep you close.

“Y/N?” He breathes.

“Mm?” You mumble as you kiss on his neck.

“Do you wanna take a break so we can finish the movie?”

“What, why?” You pout with your now swollen lips.

“Well, it’s just, that scene where Jason Alexander tries to…um…you know, is coming up and I’d feel weird making out while that happens.”

“Oh.” You chuckle and move off of him. “Makes sense.” He puts his arm back around you as you both catch your breaths.

Eventually the movie ends and the lights come back on. You have to blink a few times to get used to it. You and Harry grab your trays and go out the kitchen to clean everything up.

“Did you enjoy that?” He asks as he loads up the dishwasher.

“Yeah! I mean, I love that movie, and it was cool to watch it privately like that.”

“That room used to be another bedroom, I had it renovated shortly after I moved in. I’m glad I did. It got difficult to go out once the paparazzi started following my every move. Plus, it’s fun for parties. My family loves it when they come to visit.” He dries his hands on a towel and tosses it on a counter.

“Do they still follow you around?”

“Not as much anymore, thank god. At least, not to see who I’m dating. Sometimes after I do an interview for a magazine they follow me to see if I’m going out to get drunk or something.” He scoffs and shakes his head.

“You end up on a lot of thirty under thirty type magazines.”

“Yeah…I’ve done those, made it onto Forbes too, that was pretty cool. Then in a couple of years when I do turn thirty, it’ll be forty under forty. It never ends.” He shakes his head.

“How’d you end up dating some Italian model?”

He steps closer to you and tucks some hair behind your ear.

“Is that something you really wanna talk about?” He asks, just above a whisper as he starts to kiss on your neck again.

“No.” You gasp as his hands squeeze your hips. “Can we go to your bedroom?” You hear him sigh against you and he leans back against the counter.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Not ready for that yet?”

“You make zero sense!”

It’s true. Harry wasn’t making much sense. He was used to moving too fast with women, and it always went wrong. He really liked you, and he didn’t want it blowing up in his face.

“It’s not that I don’t want to.” He squeezes your hand. “I just think we should go out on a few more dates before we get to know each other like that…don’t you?”

“No, I’d like you to take me to your room and fuck me.” You cross your arms.

“Y/N.” He chuckles. “I promise, it’ll be worth the wait.”

You knew he was right. You felt his fully erect dick when you were grinding on him earlier.

“I just want us on the same page, make sure we both want the same things before diving into all that.”

“God, of course you’re, like, a good person.” You roll your eyes. “Fine, let’s go out a few more times.”

“Great.” He smiles. “I want you to know, too, I’m not seeing anyone else.”

“Neither am I.”

“And you won’t start, right?”

“Why would I?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs.

“Harry, I barely have the time to juggle one guy, I don’t think I’d have the energy to entertain more than one.” You laugh.

“Alright.” He blushes slightly. You step closer to him and wrap your arms around his neck.

“I’m surprised there isn’t a line of women knocking at your door.”

“Oh, there is, I just ignore it.” He smirks and you roll your eyes. “Kidding.”

“Mhm.”

You both smile and stand there kissing for a little while. Harry makes sure you get home, giving you a ride in his car. Just like last time, you spent most of the ride making out in the back seat. You really didn’t want to leave, but it was late and you needed to sleep. You say goodnight to each other, and he makes sure you’re inside before letting Charlie drive away.

//

“Mr. Styles, don’t forget you’ve got that gala this weekend.” Stacey says to him Monday morning.

“Shit, I’ve completely forgot about that.” He sighs. “Do I have to go?”

“Unfortunately, yes. I saw the guest list and…Carina’s going to be there.”

“Of course she is!” He groans and slumps into his chair. “Fuck, and I don’t have a date.”

“You could ask Y/N.”

“Do you think that’s something she’d wanna go to? She’d need a ball gown and-“

“She’s an electrician, but she’s still a woman. She has a lot of pretty clothes. I actually borrow a lot from her when I have events to go to.”

“She’s having me over for dinner tonight…I suppose I could ask her then.”

“Wait, she’s having you over?!”

“Yeah…” He raises an eyebrow of confusion at her.

“Wow.” She smirks. “She must really like you. She never invites guys over.” She winks at him and leaves his office.

After work, Harry has Charlie drive him over to your place. He rings your buzzer and you let him up. Your door was open a crack for him already, so he goes tight in, loosening his tie.

“Hi, Harry!” You smile.

Your hair was up in a messy bun, and you still had all your work clothes on, but your flannel was unbuttoned, revealing your white tank top and plenty of cleavage. You go over to him and give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Not as big as your place, but it has what I need.”

“It’s lovely. One bedroom?”

“Mhm, and two bathrooms.” You say proudly. “I hope you like food from the crockpot. I set up some chili this morning before I left.”

“Chili sounds amazing, I love spicy food.” He takes his suit jacket off and throws on your couch.

“Great.” You smile and grab some sour cream and cheese from your fridge. You grab a couple of bowls and some spoons and you both serve yourselves. You both sit down at the small table you have in your kitchen.

“This is delicious, thank you.” He smiles.

“Oh, I’m so glad you like it.”

“I’m happy we could get together tonight.”

“Me too.” You smile.

You had fully warmed up to Harry at this point. You’d been seeing each other for a few weeks, and you had let many walls down. You liked him, you really liked him. You two also hadn’t done more than make out, and it was absolutely killing you.

“Do you have plans Saturday evening?”

“I don’t believe so, why? Another movie night?” You ask sort of excitedly and he chuckles.

“No, I wish. I have this charity gala to go to that I actually forgot all about until Stacey reminded me this morning. I’d love for you to join me.”

“Oh…a little fancier than I thought, but, sure.” You shrug. “I could do that. I’ll have to call my hairdresser to see if she can squeeze me in, I’m assuming I’ll probably want my hair done?”

“Only if you feel comfortable…”

“Will I need a gown?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, I have a couple to choose from in my closet. Do you know what suit you’re wearing?”

“Uh, yeah, here.” He takes his phone out to show you. It was pink with a design on the front. It was beautiful.

“Hm, I think I have a green dress that would look good with this. Pink and green look so nice together.” You use your napkin to wipe your mouth and stand up. “Come on.” You nod towards the hallway.

“Come on what?”

“I wanna show you the gown I have.”

“Oh, alright.”

He follows you into your room, but he stands in the doorway as you go into your closet. It was much smaller than his, but he liked the way you decorated. You utilized a lot of space. You can always tell when a tradesperson lives somewhere because everything always looked really nice. Here were built in shelves and storage units.

“You make those?”

“Mhm, and I made this closet twice as big.” You find the gown you’re thinking of and hold it up in front of your body to show him. “What do you think? Will it do the trick?”

“It’s beautiful, Y/N. Why do you have it?”

“When I was younger I used to participate in pageants. The scholarships were super helpful for college. Anyways, past winners get invited back pretty often and you’re supposed to dress really nice when you go, so I have a couple of formal gowns for when I get those calls.”

“I never would have taken you for a pageant girl.”

“I’m not really…but I needed the money, and I figured out how to play the game. I came in first twice in two different competitions. However, the girls I participated with weren’t very nice, so I wasn’t exactly sad when I got too old for it.” You hang the dress back up. “Don’t worry, I’ll be able to look the part with all your fancy friends.” You smirk and walk out of your room. You sit on your couch and he sits next to you.

“A lot of them aren’t really friends. Acquaintances really. Um, Stacey showed me the guest list today and my ex is apparently going to be there.”

“The model?”

“Yeah.”

“Wonderful.” You scoff. “So are we finally going to have the conversation?”

“What do you mean?”

“She was your last relationship right? Tell me what happened.”

“Not much to tell. We met at a dinner party for a mutual friend. We met in London, actually, but we both had places here in the city, so we kept seeing each other. I didn’t realize how well known she was, so that’s when the paparazzi started. We were together almost a year before it just got to be too much. She wanted me to basically give it all up for her so I could travel with her, but I thought it was selfish of her to ask me to do that, so we broke up.”

“Did you love her?”

“I did.” He says bluntly. “But it wasn’t the type of love I wanted. I don’t have any feelings for her whatsoever, I want you to know that.” He places his hand on your knee. “I just know she’s going to come over to me and look you up and down, and she’s going to be really snotty. She’s…well, she’s a bitch, to put it simply.”

“And you dated her for a year because?”

“Vanity. On paper, we were the perfect match, but I realized it felt like I wasn’t living my own life anymore. I’m much happier now.” He gives your knee a squeeze.

“Alright, well, I’m sure we’ll have a good time. Is it a sit down dinner?”

“It is.”

“Open bar?”

“Yup.”

“Dancing?”

“A little.”

“Sounds like a good time to me.” You smile.

“You’re amazing, thank you.” He leans to kiss you and that was that.

//

The day of the gala, your hairdresser was able to squeeze you in for an updo. You showed her the dress you’d be wearing, so she gave you an elegant bun. You had your nails done as well. You were glad you did because you had a nasty bruise on your thumb. That’ll be the last time you use a regular hammer and not just a nail gun.

When you get home you take out an old pearl necklace that was your great-grandmother’s that would go perfectly with the green dress. It was strapless and fit to your form, with a nice slit starting at one of your thighs. You found a pair of heels that went perfectly with it, and a white shall. You apply your makeup, and take a step back to take yourself in. You looked perfect. You take a selfie to send to Stacey.

Stacey: omfg!!! You’re gonna give Carina a run for her money, have fun!

You smile at the text and find your clutch that goes with the dress. Harry picks you up around seven. You gasp when you see a limo, and not just the regular car he usually picks you up in.

“All this for the two of us?” You ask as he gets out of the car. His suit looked so good. His jaw drops when he sees you.

“You look stunning, Y/N.” He gives you a gentle kiss on the cheek, and help you into the limo. “The limo’s just to keep up appearances. We’re essentially walking down a red carpet into the building. Know how to pose?”

“Oh, I can give face when I need to.” You smirk. “It was fun getting all dressed up since I don’t get to often.”

“I like your flannels too, I hope you know how sexy you look in your work clothes.”

Your cheeks heat up. Harry didn’t really talk like that to you often.

“I’ll have to wear my tool belt for you sometime…just my tool belt.” You whisper in his ear and then face forward. You send a shiver up his spine. He couldn’t wait for that.

When you pull up to the event, Harry gets out first. Cameras start flashing, and he extends his hand out to you. You stand up and nearly feel blinded, but you get through it. You walk with him, his hand on the small of your back. You’d stop occasionally to be photographed. There were reports asking Harry what your name was and other questions, but he didn’t answer a single one. Once you were inside you took a deep breath.

“You did amazing, thank you.”

“No problem. How come they wanted to know who I was?”

“So they can print some story about us. I don’t wanna give up your privacy, so my lips are staying sealed for now.”

You’re brought into a large ball room. There were silent auction items all around the perimeter that Harry would need to put some money down for.

“I hate these things. I’d be happy to just donate without having to get anything in return, you know?”

You walk around with him to look at the items.

“How come you’re not writing anything down?”

“I’m waiting for other people so I can put a larger amount down. They deduct the value of the item from the actual donation, so I wanna make sure enough money gets put down.”

“That’s…really philanthropic of you, Harry.”

“All the proceeds tonight go to inner city schools to get them new computers and other technology they’re in desperate need of.”

You weren’t sure if you’d ever meet Harry’s mother, but you hoped you would just so you could thank her for raising such a kind man. You both mingle with a few people, and eventually Harry puts his bids down for a few different items.

“If I win I’ll just donate this shit. I don’t need anything else.” He shrugs.

Waiters come around with h'orderves and drinks. You snatch a flute of champagne and a shrimp puff.

“Good, babe?” He smiles at you as you lick your lips.

“Very.” You giggle.

His smile fades when he sees Carina from across the room. She had a lovely blue gown on, and some man’s arm was snaked around her waist. She sees Harry and she sends him a small wave. He clutches your hip a little tighter. You look up at him.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, uh, wanna find our table?”

“Sure.”

You find your table and you both take your seat. You chat with the woman sitting next to you, and other people begin finding their seats. As the event gets started, waiters come around with food. Someone on a stage comes out and announces who has won what items. People clap. Harry won a couple of the items he bid on. He stands as people clap, and you clap as well. You kiss him on the cheek as he sits back down. Once dinner is through, some people start going out to the dance floor, and others stand around to mingle.

“Well if it isn’t the CEO himself.” Harry turns around the second he hears the accent. “Hi, Harry.”

“Hi, Carina.”

She takes him in for a gentle hug, and kisses him on both cheeks. You want to gag, but you know it’s just a cultural thing.

“And who might this be?” She looks you up and down.

“I’m Y/N.” You extend your hand and she shakes it. “Nice to meet you.”

“Same to you.” She smiles and looks at Harry. “I’m surprised to see you here with someone.”

“Could say the same to you.” He nods over to the man she came with. He was over talking with some other people.

“Oh, that’s Richard. He’s lovely. We met a few months back. He works remotely so he’s able to travel with me. It’s perfect.”

“Good for you.”

“What do you do?” She asks you.

“I’m a union electrician.” You say with a bright smile. “I got a degree in Mathematics and then I joined the trades world.”

“Oh my…I never would have guessed.” She smiles nervously. “Harry, may I borrow you for just a moment? Andrew is here too, and he misses you so much.”

“Um…sure.” He looks at you.

“Go ahead, I need to use the ladies room as it is.”

He watches you walk away and turns back to Carina.

“Andrew’s not here.” Harry says to her.

“I know, I just said that so we could chat. She’s not for you, and you know it.”

“What makes you think you have the right to say that to me?”

“Harry, you can’t be with some blue collar worker.”

“And why not?” He scoffs. “I’ll have you know she’s lovely and elegant, but she’s also not afraid to go to McDonald’s and stuff her face. In fact, she’s not afraid of food at all.”

“I’m on a very strict diet and you know it.” She huffs.

“Why don’t you worry about yourself and Richard?”

Harry turns on his heel and walks towards the restrooms. You were just coming out when you see him waiting.

“Are you alright?” You ask him.

“Yeah, feel like having a dance?”

“Definitely.”

You take his hand as he leads you back into the ballroom and onto the dance floor. The band was only playing slower songs, but that was just fine. Harry was really light on his feet. It made you smile as he led you around.

“You about ready to get out of here?” He whispers in your ear.

“Mhm.”

He smiles at you and leads you out. He says goodbye to a few people, and gets you outside. There were still reporters, but he gets you into the limo quickly.

“So…your ex…was she civil with you?”

“Yeah, nothing to worry about.” He throws his arm around you and kisses your hairline. “Okay to come back to mine?”

“Definitely.”

He gets you up into his place and gets you a glass of water.

“I had a lot of fun tonight.” You tell him.

“Me too, you definitely made it more fun. Those things can be so dreadful.”

“I just look at it as a free dinner.” You laugh.

“Oh, is that all it takes with you?” He smirks.

“Pretty much. I’ll go to a party like that with you anytime.”

“Good to know.” He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to him. Yours go around his neck and you start kissing. You giggle when you let go of him and see your red lipstick all over his mouth.

“Sorry.” You try to rub it off with your thumb.

“No worries.” He chuckles. “Would you like to come upstairs?”

“I would.” You take your heels off, and follow him up.

He leads you into his large bedroom. You gaze at the beautiful furniture.

“I’ve got a walk in closet too.” He says. “You’d probably appreciate the craftsmanship.”

He opens the door for you and you step inside.

“It’s beautiful. I love built ins. Whoever did this did a great job.”

“I only hire the best, but you knew that.” You grip at his suit jacket and push him up against the doorframe of the closet. You slot your lips over his and he welcomes it.

“I want you, Harry.” You say against his lips.

“I want you too.” He kisses on your neck and bites down on your shoulder.

He walks you over to his bed until your legs his the frame. He keeps you steads as his hands find the zipper on the back of dress. You push his suit jacket off his shoulders and let it fall to the ground. He unzips your dress, but holds it up.

“Are you okay with all this?” He asks.

“God, yes.”

Your dress falls to the ground and pools at your feet. Your fingers work to unbutton his shirt. His eyes widen as he looks at the underwear set you’re wearing. You were wearing a strapless black bra with a black lace thong to match. Of course you still needed to wear a bra, your breasts were too large to without. You get his shirt off and you take a step back to admire his tattoos.

“I didn’t know you had so many.” Your hands trace off the ones on his collar bones, his torso, and his hips. “Even your arms.”

‘Got a few on my legs too.” He loves the way your hands felt on his body.

“I thought you just had the cross and the anchor. These are so cool.”

“Thanks.”

Your hands move to his belt buckle and get it undone, his pants drop to the floor moments later. You lick your lips when you see his tight boxers.

“Fuck, Harry, I want you so badly.”

You push him down on the bed and straddle him. His hands go to your hips, rubbing circles into your skin with his thumbs. He reaches up to unhook your bra, and tosses it to the floor. You switch positions so you’re lying on your back. He caresses your breasts and kisses on each of them. He puts his face between them and just enjoys the way your skin feels on him. You start giggling and he looks up at you.

“Breast man, huh?”

“Sorry, was that weird? You just have such a beautiful body.”

“Not weird at all, they’re yours to play with.” You grin.

“Oh, I like the sound of that a lot.”

He takes one of your nipples into his mouth and sucks harshly. You gasp as your hips buck up towards him. He does the same thing to the other before kissing down your body. His hands tug your thong below your hips.

“Can I take this off?”

“Please.”

You lift your hips to help him. He looks down at you and then up to your eyes.

“Can I?”

“Can you what?”

“Make you feel good.”

“Sure, but I wanna hear you say what exactly is going to make me feel good.”

His eyes darken as he looks at you.

“Y/N, I’m going to lick into your cunt until you’re screaming that you can’t take it anymore.”

Your mouth falls open as he parts your legs. He kisses from your knee to your inner thigh. Sucking on where he pleases. He uses his forearm to hold your hips down when he finally gets his tongue on you. He licks a flat stripe from your center up to your clit. You clutch at the soft blankets on his bed as you watch him. He makes eye contact with you when he starts to suck on your clit.

“Oh my god.” You moan as your head falls back. You feel him smirk against you. You start to tug at his curls when he swirls his tongue around you and then flicks it quickly on the nub. “Christ.” You say through gritted teeth.

His tongue moves back to your center where he licks into you. He groans at the taste of you. His middle and index finger move to rub your clit in circles while he uses his tongue to essentially fuck you. Your body was starting to feel hot all over, and you could feel a familiar knot tightening in your lower stomach. He assumes you’re starting to get close because you were starting to tighten around his tongue. He licks back up to your clit, and plunges his fingers inside you.

“Oh, fuck!” You cry out as his fingers work your insides. Your eyes roll into the back of your head when you feel him knuckle deep. “Harry, it’s so good, don’t stop!”

He groans his response as he sucks on your clit again. He curls his fingers up against your front wall where he knew you needed it. He feels you pulsating around him. He could hear you panting and it was music to his ears.

“Shit, oh, fuck, oh my god!” You scream as your orgasm washes over you. He continues to pump his fingers slowly to help you ride it out.

He sits up on his knees and wipes the slick away from his chin with the back of his hand. He licks his lips and smirks at you. You catch your breath and look up at him. You sit up slightly and grab at the band of his boxers.

“Do you want me to-“

“Next time, I really just want to fuck you.”

You bite your lip and nod at him. He takes his boxers off and your eyes grow wide when you see his full length. You spread your legs back apart for him, and he lines himself up.

“Shit, uh…condom.” He backs away from you and rummages through his night table for one.

“I’m on the pill…”

“Found one!” He looks at you. “What did you say?”

“I’m on the pill…if you didn’t feel like using one.” Your cheeks were starting to grow red. “I’m clean. Wouldn’t have let you go down on me if I wasn’t.”

“I’m clean too. So…you don’t want me to use one?”

“Nah, I kind of want you to come inside me if I’m being honest.”

“Jesus.” He grunts and tosses the condom aside. He gets back between your legs and rubs his tip along your slick folds and clit. “You’re positive?”

“Yes.”

He leans down to kiss you as he slowly pushes inside. He swallows you gasp and moan once he bottoms out. You tighten around him involuntarily. He gives you a moment to relax and adjust to him. You hadn’t been stretched out like this since god knows when.

“Go on.” You whisper.

He smiles into your neck as he starts to rock in and out of you. Your arch up into him. Your hands search for a nearby pillow.

“Hold on.” You tell him and lift your hips up, sliding a pillow under you. “Okay.”

“You’re killing me.” He breathes.

He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth as his thrusts pick up the pace. You wrap your legs around him and move along with him. Your hands slide down to his ass so your nails can sink into the fleshy area. He bites down on your collar bone as you keep moving along with him. He was used to women just starfishing under him, this was so nice. He felt really connected to you.

“Oh, shit.” You press your forehead into his chest. “Harry.” You moan.

“Gonna come again?”

“Mhm.”

He snakes a hand between the two of you so he can rub your clit, and that pushes you over the edge. Your nails rake up from his ass to his back as you come, making him moan out at the overwhelming feeling of being marked up by you.

“Can I bend you over the bed?”

You moan out your response. He pulls out of you and gets you on your feet, bending you over. He grips your hips and slips back inside you. All you can hear is his skin slapping against yours. You prop yourself up on your elbows and arch your back. He was hitting so fucking deep, and his tip was brushing against your g-spot. One of his hands goes back to your clit while the other grips the back of your neck while he pounds into you.

“Taking it so well, Y/N.” He grunts.

“Feels so good, fuck!”

He watches as your back arches more and sweat slides down your spine.

“I’m, I’m close.” He says.

“Yeah? You wanna come?”

“Yes, fuck.” He moans out and fills you up while you come again with him.

He had you screaming just like he said he would. He hold you close to him for a moment, his chest flush with your back. He kisses your back before pulling out. You clamp your legs together before anything has a chance to make a mess.

“Let me get you a rag.”

“S’okay, I’ll just use the bathroom.” He helps you stand up and you turn to face him. You grab him by the back of his neck to kiss him. “That was really nice.” You giggle.

You waddle to his bathroom while he grabs a fresh pair of boxers. You clean yourself up and come back out.

“Can I give you something to wear?”

“Please.” You smile. You couldn’t stop smiling, really.

He hands you one of his bed shirts. It had his initials embroidered on the chest pocket. He watches as you button it up.

“Comfortable?”

“Very.” You crawl onto the bed with him. You throw a leg over his and rest your head on his chest. He looks down at you and cups your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss.

“You make me really happy, Y/N.”

“You make me happy too, Harry. I may even let you stay over at my place sometime.” You chuckle.

“I’d like that.” He kisses your forehead. “But only if I’m staying over there as your boyfriend.” He grins.

“I think I’d feel comfortable with that.” You kiss his soft, swollen lips.

“Really? You’re into all this, you’re not just saying that because we had some hot sex?”

“Harry.” You giggle. “The sex was really hot, and I may have had my reservations about you, but we’ve gotten to know each other well, I’d like to be your girlfriend. Let’s make it official.”

“I have to warn you, I’m gonna want to spoil you rotten. You may get annoyed with me.”

“You can’t buy my affection, just remember that.”

“I know, I just can’t help wanting to just give you everything you want.”

“You’re what I want. I don’t care about all this.” You gesture to his extravagant bedroom.

“I know you don’t, I think that’s why I like you so much. You could care less!” He laughs. “It’s amazing. You’re totally not shallow. It’s refreshing.” He settles down further into the bed and you kiss him a few times on the cheek.

“I get busy a lot. When there’s over time I take it. I may have to break dates once in a while.”

“Same here.”

“If you’re traveling, I won’t be able to just drop everything to go with you.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to. I like that you work hard and that you actually want to work. You have an honest job, and I really admire that.”

“Thanks.” You kiss on his chest. He liked that you were a kisser. Harry loved being loved on. “However, if you want to plan a trip to that beach house of yours…I certainly could put in for some vacation time.”

“You’d love it out there. It’s nice and private, we’d have our own beach. I have a boat too with a kitchen and bedroom below deck. It’s great.”

“This will definitely take some getting used to.” You laugh. “I’ll have to keep bringing you to dive bars so to knock you down a peg.” You joke.

“Whatever you need to do.” He smirks.

“I’m also going to teach you how to cook. We don’t need to have a catered meal every time we hang out here.”

“That seems fair. Could we start with that chili you made? It was so fucking good.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

You sigh happily and snuggle into his chest as he holds you. You both slept really well that night. You weren’t sure what exactly being a girlfriend to a CEO would entail, but as long as the both of you stayed on the same page about your values, you saw this relationship lasting for a very long time.